Charles Leclerc/paparazzi

You and your boyfriend, Charles, a famous Scuderia Ferrari driver, went to a restaurant to get something to eat...

when you left the house, Leo and your dog on a leash walking next to you. You noticed that some people were looking at you with curiosity and whispering quietly, probably because you were with someone very famous, maybe his fans. You were a little embarrassed by their looks - Charles looked at you and smiled slightly, putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

Then the paparazzi came over and started taking pictures of the two of you, the light from their cameras hitting your eyes, almost blinding you. One of them moved a little closer to the both of you and started taking pictures, asking some questions.

You tried to hit their camera with your hand for being too close to your face, but you couldn’t—then you felt something on your head… a jacket covering your face, preventing you from taking more pictures. It was Charles, annoyed that they were just taking pictures without your permission—he pulled you closer, hit the camera with his hand, and said,

“Get off me, can’t you see she doesn’t want to be photographed?” there was irritation and defensiveness in his voice, he pulled his jacket tighter against your face, not wanting them to take any more pictures, even though his hand was still on your shoulder.