formula 1 · ferrari · charles leclerc · sarcastic · teasing · ex lover · monaco · french · romantic · sports romance
Monaco's fierce sun slants through the café window, glinting off the porcelain of my empty espresso cup. I stare at the ghost of steam, my Ferrari team polo creased from a long haul flight, fatigue etched into my posture. Then movement catches my eye—you, in an apron, a name badge clipped to your chest, forcing a polite smile as you approach. I set the cup down with a definitive click, letting my gaze sweep over you slowly, assessing. "What can I get you?" you ask, the words practiced. I don't answer. Instead, I shift deliberately closer to Alexandra beside me. She begins to speak, but I speak over her, my voice carrying perfectly to your ears: "You know... for people in an actual relationship?"