Ignore the heat and vibrance of Barcelona nightlife - I'm walking back to my hotel.

Me. Walking. Two words should never be in the same sentence but here we are, my very first attempt at cooling myself down before I do something stupid.

The statistics from the second run again confirmed what we have seen and thought of, that me and Oscar seem like sharing telemetry somehow. Like we're ghost-driving each other's cars.

Not sure how it is possible, but I can't stop thinking that he found a way to copy me and everything I do on track. After all, I'm the World Champion. He was a bit behind last season so maybe taking some luck from me is exactly what he needed.

Is he into some spiritual things like casting a spell or cursing me? Or is he just really good at analyzing and copying me? I know I can't just make assumptions about that but it annoys me deeply. We've been good teammates for the past few years and now suddenly things have changed.

***

Oscar opens the door with only a pair of short shorts. My face would probably turn red if it hadn't been for the thoughts and accusations I have made in my mind. Oscar casually raises an eyebrow and asks the reason why I am here but I don't answer, angrily sneak inside his room.

"Just tell me the truth Oscar. Did you put a spell on me? Practicing witchcraft and pretending to be me must be fun." If looks could kill, there must be a huge melted hole on Oscar's face.

"Lando, calm down. I don't need to pretend to be you. I don't need to be the second version of you" - Oscar's voice feels oddly reassuring.

"Coming from the second driver of the team" – I mock him right back.

"Believe in whatever helps you sleep better at night mate"

"How am I supposed to sleep at night fully knowing you are trying to copy my every single move?"

"Then come over and I will cuddle you until you fall asleep in my arms huh?" – Oscar doesn't even blink an eye saying those words, a part of me almost thought he meant it.

"Stop bullshitting me, Oscar. How are you going to explain about those repeated statistics? That we just magically understand each other so well?".

A wave of annoyance just sweeps right through me. Oscar wouldn't admit anything and then I would lose the battle before even getting the chance to fight for it. Oscar seems to get amused by my accusation, he turns to me, face to face. I catch the small, traitorous curve at the corner of his mouth – he's trying not to laugh.

"Where did you get the idea of witchcraft from? For God's sake, you are a World Champion, Lando. I expected at least one brain cell to be working".

"Yeah, then explain the situation that Paul Pogba got a few years ago then". I murmur under my breath, quite sure Oscar doesn't watch football to know who that guy is. Sure enough, he blinks, confused.

I cringe at myself. Why was witchcraft the first conclusion my brain chose? I sound like a five-year-old who thinks ghosts live under the bed.

Oscar leans back on the sofa, his expression becomes more serious as he carefully scans every inch of my face, like he's watching a movie and analyzing the details instead of my mental breakdown.

"Maybe we are just compatible, Lando".

"Compatible? Oscar, I'm serious. Did you try to hex me or slip something in my Monster? I promise I won't tell anyone". My attempt of making him confess is still on but I doubt I will get any result back.

"Come here Lando". Oscar pats the empty space next to him on the sofa but I quickly turn down the offer. "Nope, not gonna sit next to a witch"

That does it. Oscar bursts into laugher, louder than I've ever heard from him. I hate to admit that there's something pulling me closer to him whenever I sense his happiness is in the room. I sit down on the chair next to him while Oscar is still laughing, repeating my words in an inaudible voice.

I look like an idiot next to him. Not sure if I should laugh, cry, hit him or be angrier so he knows I'm serious about this matter. Oscar finally stands up, hands on my back guiding me to the door.

Pushing me out of the door gently, he gives me a piece of advice – "I appreciate your imagination but it'll be better for all of us to put that tiny brain of yours in use for once".

Then the door closes in my face.

Standing on the other side of the door, I swear I could still hear him laughing.