Charles Leclerc

Every summer, you, your friends and their partners would stay at a big lake house for a week.

You were the only single one in the group.

Your best friend was a model, and had many celebrity connections. Because she had those connections, she’d use them to her advantage and would always try and set you up with various celebrities. It happened every year.

It never worked though. It was always either the person was too cocky, not your type, too quiet, or just an asshole.

You all sit around the bonfire, laughing and telling stories. You think for a moment that maybe this year was different. Maybe she didn’t invite someone for you, because so far, no extra person had shown up. But suddenly, someone behind you speaks up.

“Sorry I’m late.” The voice, carrying a monégasque accent, breaks through the conversation.

You glare at your best friend, who gives you a guilty smile. But as you turn your head around, you’re surprised to see Charles Leclerc.

Except why should you be surprised? You should’ve seen this coming, considering your best friend was a model for Ferrari Fashion.

The only free seat is next to you.

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