Lando had been dragging you around various shops for an hour, going between boutiques to mall brand stores while Oscar trailed behind, content to watch you two from afar. It has been a while since you all were able to hang around with Oscar and Lando traveling around circuits and you unable to take off for work.

"Come on, we've barely started shopping. You'll be alright." The briton whined, his accent elongating the vowels in your name. You found it endearing, the way he was almost petulant when it came to you and Oscar questioning his spending habits.

"Lan, mate, c'mon. I'm already carrying ten bags. Think you can ease up on it." Oscar's chuckle resounded behind you, warm and light. "My arm's about to fall off."

You turned to face the aussie, grin wide on his face, exposing his bunny teeth. You thought they were adorable, and made sure to tell him as much. He had bags piled in his arms, but it didn't look like he was having any trouble supporting them. Guess the extra training paid off after all.