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aka Landoâs a driver, Oscarâs a model, can I make it any more obvious? wag au vibes-ish, getting together.
âLando, Oscar, let's get a couple of shots, okay? In front of the car, yeah?â
Shots Oscar can do. Thatâs familiar territory. He shifts into his go-to pose, angled slightly, shoulders back, chin tipped ever so slightly. Whatâs not familiar territory is the way Landoâs hand sweeps across his spine, fingers settling easily, steadily on Oscarâs side like theyâve done this before. The way Lando so easily occupies the space beside him is completely uncharted.
McLarenâs own photographer snaps away, Sophie over his shoulder nodding her approval until she calls out. âOscar, would you be able to show off the jacket for us?â
Just his luck. Thereâs no way Oscarâs putting it onâthe humidity is worse than back homeâbut itâs not hard to shuffle around, Landoâs hand dropping from his waist. Oscar moves until his back, and most importantly the jacket draped over his shoulders are to the lens. From the corner of his eye he sees a flicker of movement, Landoâs hand hovering like he wants to settle it back on Oscarâs waist.
Oscar turns his head to look at Lando, only to find Lando already watching him. Their eyes meet. Oscarâs never seen such a peculiar shade before. Blue swirled with green, something hazel to it but not quite. Utterly mesmerising. An expression underlying it all that Oscarâs suddenly desperate to know whatâs made that look appear in Landoâs eye. Oscar blinks, dropping his gaze, lest he do something foolish like step closer.















