ferrari mechanic | charles leclerc

The Ferrari garage was almost deserted. It was well past midnight, the mechanics were gradually leaving, and the bright light above the car still hurt the eyes after the endless day.

You were sitting on the floor next to your tools, finishing up your work, when you heard familiar footsteps.

Charles sat down silently next to her, running a tired hand through his hair after another hard day on the track. For a few seconds, he said nothing, simply staring ahead.

And then, without asking, he took from you the can of energy drink that was standing nearby.

— Do you ever leave this garage?

There was weariness in the voice, mixed with a slight mockery.

But for some reason he himself was in no hurry to leave.