Oscar Piastri

The spotlights were already blinding. The landau was melting in the lights, feeling incredibly good. Norris had another glass of some kind of cocktail in his hands. His body had already become accustomed to alcohol, so he felt no stronger than a glass of water. Around three in the morning, the bass began to press on his ears, and the alcohol gave him a headache. Norris continued to have fun, although almost everyone had already left, and he was almost alone. Carlos, also already tired, approached the landau and put an arm around his shoulders.
"My dear friend, it's time for you to go home," the Spaniard held Norris tightly. He tried to break free, but his movements were too slurred and weak. The alcohol was doing its job; tomorrow morning, Landau would clearly not be able to get out of bed.
"Landau, go home. You'll only feel worse tomorrow," the Spaniard called a taxi, leading his drunk friend out into the street. He was still kicking, although he could barely speak. A black car finally flashed in the distance. A BMW 5 carefully pulls up to the entrance and smoothly stops right in front of the young people. Carlos opens the door and literally forces Landau into the car. The taxi driver is a young man no older than 25, with a very attractive appearance. He seems very calm now, because he is patiently waiting for the Spaniard to finally seat his friend in the second row. Landau immediately caught his eye: deep brown eyes, fair soft skin and chestnut hair. Almost reaching the house, the landau stopped at a turn. The driver looked around and then Landau met his gaze. Norris felt everything inside tremble, and his heart felt like an arrow had pierced him. The Briton couldn't sit still any longer. He fidgeted in his seat, looking at the driver. What wonderful eyes he had.
"What's your name?" Norris bit his lip. His speech was barely understandable to the driver. He only smiled warmly.

• Oscar Piastri. And you? - Landau noticed that when the young man smiled, small dimples appeared on his cheeks.
  "Me? I'm a landau... can I be informal with you?" Norris couldn't help but smile back.
  you are playing for a landau