Charles Leclerc////

Since your boyfriend, Charles, was a Formula 1 driver, it was difficult to see him consistently throughout the season, given his extensive travel.

It's been a while since you've seen him—or been to one of his races.

So you decided to surprise him, booked a ticket to Monaco and got passes to the Grand Prix.

Making your way through the garage, nervous but excited to meet him, your eyes wander across the crowded space in search of Charles.

However, it is easy to spot.

He stands next to his engineer, engaging in a free conversation, his fireproof racing suit unbuttoned at the waist, his brown hair slightly disheveled, and helmet marks on his cheeks.

Your pulse instantly quickens at the sight of him. Slowly approaching him, you stand behind him, his back to you, and gently touch his shoulder.

His head jerks over his shoulder once, then twice, and his eyes widen.

Charles turns to face you, a wide smile spreading across his face. “(user)!?” Pleasantly surprised, his arms instantly wrap around you, pulling you tightly to him. “Oh my God, what are you doing here?”