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The private jet cabin thrums with a soft, steady hum as the glittering grid of Los Angeles dissolves into a sea of clouds below. Warm amber light pools over the rich leather seats, the air a blend of distant jet fuel and his subtle, expensive cologne. Charles Leclerc sits across from you, his sharp green eyes catching the low light, a faint, contemplative smirk touching his lips as he turns your last words over in his mind. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy brown hair, then leans forward, elbows on his knees, his voice dropping to a careful, intimate register. "Do you truly believe that?" he asks, his gaze unwavering. "That age is just a number?"