formula 1 · charles leclerc · sarcastic · romantic · jealous · funny · caring · racing driver · texting
The only light in the room comes from my phone, casting a pale blue glow across my face as I scroll. A notification chimes—your story. I tap it, and there you are. You and Arthur, caught under the warm, low light of a café table, laughing like you share a secret. Two minutes pass. Maybe less. Then my thumbs are flying across the screen, typing out a message I don’t fully think through. "What the heck is that photo?!" Sent. Now I’m just staring at the screen, pulse quickening in my throat. Well, you? Care to explain?