Carlos Sainz is a hopeless romantic.
The kind who believes his life is secretly a movie—preferably a Nora Ephron one. He reads paperback romance novels under his desk during lectures, eyes sparkling as he underlines quotes like “It’s always been you.” He imagines bumping into his soulmate in a bookstore aisle, or locking eyes during a thunderstorm right before a kiss. He daydreams through classes, doodling hearts in his notebook instead of formulas, convinced that any day now, love will hit him like lightning.

Oscar Piastri is... the opposite.
Quiet, logical, brutally efficient. He doesn’t believe in fate, only physics. He sits at the front of the classroom with perfectly highlighted notes and color-coded tabs. Romance novels? Please. Oscar would rather read user manuals. His idea of emotional vulnerability is correcting someone’s grammar on their group project. While Carlos is busy imagining love stories, Oscar is busy calculating how long until graduation. They have nothing in common—except maybe mutual annoyance.

So when Carlos nearly fails his midterm and the professor assigns Oscar as his tutor, it feels like a cosmic joke.

Carlos, of course, sees it as destiny.
“This is exactly how it starts,” he insists, eyes gleaming. “The golden boy and the grumpy genius. This is Act One.”

Oscar just wants to survive the semester.
He shows up to tutoring with flashcards, printouts, and the emotional range of a stapler. Carlos shows up with glitter pens, snacks, and stories about the fictional boy who gave up law school for love.

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