From best friends to enemies how are they going to cope on the track, seeing each other every weekend on opposing teams.
A Ferrari boy and a red bull girl are never a good mix, or are they?
"I'm so full but I just want more food." I groaned as I touched my stomach, somehow Charles and I had found the only Italian place in Greece, it reminded us of our first sort of date that Lorenzo had forced us on.
I had eaten Bruschetta with tomatoes and mozzarella as an appetiser; the main dish - Bistecca Alla Fiorentina, and a perfectly made tiramisu.
I told Charles to take me some place not fancy, which was practically impossible for him. He decided on driving the two hours to find the only freaking Italian place in Greece, it was an elegant place and the food was delicious.
We talked about everything, F1 drama, Charles' thoughts on starting music, finding out both of us actually have learnt to play piano, arguing over whether I was the better cook or not. Our conversations just flowed, somehow we never got bored of each other.
"You don't mind the Italian cuisine again?" Charles laughed, eating his stracciatella gelato, he speaks Italian somewhat I don't at all and butcher all the words.
I can speak English, French, Spanish, German and Greek, not Italian.
"Oh please, we live on Italian food when we don't diet for racing." I told him, which was true.
"True," Charles nodded with a smile on his lips when a waiter passed by, Charles gently stopping him, " "Je voudrais payer s'il vous plait."
"Oh, and please tell the waiter that we want to split the bill," I said, observing the conversation between Charles and the waiter in a tuxedo. He must forget I speak French sometimes considering I hardly speak it ever, unless it's to my parents or siblings.
"No can do," Charles shook his head "I invited you," he continued as he watched the disapproval on my face, as of the past month he was €28 million down, I could afford a damn meal for us.
"Charles I-
"Anyway, what do you want to do now?" Charles interrupted me as he knew that I'd complain at him and insist on paying, when I realised there was no way to talk him out of it I just sighed and let it go.
"Hm, I don't know, Surprise me." I sipped from my red wine, which was staining my lips a little, as a twenty one year old it's embarrassing how little I actually drink alcohol, I just can't for work.
"No pressure." He couldn't help but smile, he already had a place in mind. I could tell by the way he looked at me.
We left the restaurant shortly after, and went on a walk along the coastline, the unfamiliar salty smell engulfed my senses as I enjoyed the view of the waves crashing into the rocks. The trees and their leaves were making calming, gentle swishing noise. It was already dark as it reached 11pm and street lamps were lighting up the pathway, Greece was beautiful.
After ten minutes of walking, Charles pointed his finger at a bench almost hidden in the trees. As we sat we had the most perfect view of the sea, "I was looking at things to do online but remembered how little you went to the beach growing up, kind of think it's nice to look at sometimes. It's peaceful."
"The view is beautiful," I breathed out as I finally turned to face him, "You and Arthur were always at the beach growing up weren't you?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah, dad used to take us all the time, I swear we were never at home."
"I'm so sorry," I noticed his usual lack of emotions that he had when he was talking about something deep, "It must be really hard."
When Hervé died we weren't close, Charles' dad was dying and I didn't even think to reach out and just be kind to him when he needed it, I was too damn rude. Quinn, you're a stupid girl the fucking protesters are right.
"I've gotten used to it now, plus I have my brothers," he shrugged "They help a lot, family is important, that's why I understand now why you were so mad at me."
I sighed, it seemed we were getting into this now, "You know, I regret being mad at you to the extent of not speaking to you, it was ridiculous."
"It wasn't, I understand, I mean hell I'd do the same," he paused a bit of hesitation in his voice, "I never realised growing up, how bad it was for you, I think back now when we would take you to the dentist, the doctors, my maman would cut your hair and I just think how didn't I realise how privileged I was."
I smiled at him, shrugging "Kids don't realise."
"We both have a lot of regrets huh?" He chuckled, I nodded in agreement, it was weird how we were bonding over things now and not trying to rip each others heads off.
"I suppose we do, one of those being that you didn't let me split the bill." I frowned telling him, he just laughed and gave me a playful wink, the kind of trickery he does to the F1 cameras every time they're within a ten metre radius of him.
"You know something I will regret Quinn?" He asked, as if I was supposed to know.
"What?"
"I will regret this moment for the rest of my life if I don't ask you to be my girlfriend, so, Quinn Cordelia Carter, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked turning to face me, his smile wide as I'd awaited this day for months now.
"I thought you'd never ask," I smiled softly "Yes, Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc." I tried to maintain the smile but couldn't help but chuckle at the length of his name, I can't say it just rolls of the tongue. ________________________________ charlesleclerc:
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