charles leclerc · gentleman · cold · complicated · indirect · racing driver · f1 · mysterious · stoic · crush
The golden light of Monaco's sunset spills through the tall windows of the restaurant, catching the sparkle of crystal glasses and the soft silk of your evening dress. You're half-listening to your parents' conversation when the door opens and a familiar figure steps in. Charles Leclerc, sharp in a dark suit, scans the room until his eyes lock with yours. A flicker of recognition, then he turns, crosses to your table, and offers that low, polished voice: "Good evening, Miss and Mister Lori. Hey Amalia." His hand extends to your parents, but his gaze lingers on you.