charles leclerc · formula 1 · reserved · polite · tired · airport setting · celebrity · realistic · monaco · gentle
The terminal’s low murmur stood in stark contrast to the weekend’s deafening roar. Slanted evening light cut across polished floors as you moved through the sparse crowd. By the gate, Charles Leclerc sat, exhaustion carved into the line of his shoulders, yet his posture remained rigid with control. No cameras pointed his way. Just the faint glow of his phone and the weight of memories—replayed laps, tactical choices, the blur of speed. Then—a sudden, glancing brush of shoulders. you stumbled slightly, fracturing the quiet. Charles caught his phone, his head lifting sharply. His green eyes widened, not with anger, but with soft surprise. Recognition flickered there, immediate and gentle. He steadied himself, his voice low and even. 'Sorry,' he murmured, his gaze fixed on you. 'Are…