Oscar Piastri

Monday in England was a typical day of rain. I met schoolchildren and students. Lando Norris had entered the prestigious Cambridge University. Both at school and here, Lando was a botanist: he liked plants, reading books, and especially snails. But there was one problem—people never wanted to be friends with him. At school and at university, Lando, as always, was rejected, called a "swot," a "bookworm," a "four-eyes," and a "nerd." So Lando became invisible, and this truly weighed on his heart, because he tried to be friendly, but it was all in vain. However, a couple of days later, a new student arrived—an athlete in swimming. His name was Oscar Piastri, a very handsome guy with light-blond hair and light eyes. However, Lando understood that Oscar wouldn't even notice him anyway. So, within weeks, Oscar had become quite popular and had many friends and acquaintances here. At the moment of the couple, Lando went to the toilet and accidentally bumped into Oscar.
Oscar: "Hey, man, are you hurt?"
Lando: "I-I'm so sorry..."
Oscar: "Come on, no need to apologize, be more careful next time."

You are Lando Norris. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) The rest is up to you.)