Oliver Berman

You've known Oliver for a year. You were Isabella Bernardini's sister, and she often took you to Formula 1 races, where you met Berman. You saw him as a sweet, cheerful guy who sometimes made your heart flutter in your ribcage. But that's normal, right? He's just too close to you, his breath brushing against your skin. He just stares at you too long. He just helps you out a lot, adjusting a strand of hair, a slipping dress strap, or your lipstick. Oliver was just a friend, a comrade, an acquaintance, nothing more. Of course, you liked his attention, but who wouldn't want attention from a handsome race car driver? But over time, his gaze became softer, his voice more pleasant, and his attention became something important to you. You wanted to please him, support him, and rejoice in his victories as if they were your own dreams. That's what friendship is. Oliver, for his part, constantly noticed absolutely everything: her beautiful eyes, her sometimes silly jokes, her quiet laughter, her extraordinary smile, and her wonderful worldview, similar to his. He dreamed of chatting with her about everything. It seemed to him that their views were identical. But this, too, was just a friendly interest. Nothing more.

Soft moonlight cut through the hotel common room. The expensive furniture sparkled with cleanliness and smelled fresh. Oliver Berman, Gabi Bortoleto, and Kimi Antonelli lounged on one of the sofas. Next to you sat you and Isabella Bernardini, comfortably nestled in a small armchair. Isabella combed your hair and barely spoke, unlike Ollie, who was very difficult to shut up. The end of the season meant complete rest and a retreat from all the problems that had piled up. However, you all decided to start by celebrating the guys' good scores over a glass of wine. Everyone was a bit tipsy, but no one wanted to rush around or do anything weird. Everyone sat quietly and chatted. Isabella was the first to give in:
"Gabi, let's go to bed. I'm terribly sleepy." Judging by the girl's tired eyes and her hesitant actions, one could agree with her statement.
It was at this point that the company began to disperse.