Charles sat in a bench— his nose red from the cold and his feet dangled—he smiled —waiting for Jules to come back— he looked up and saw—a new helmet—sure-Most of these kids he karted with where different

He looked at the kid—his brow furrowed and he studied thier helmet—trying to recognize the flag—he but his bottom lip and frowned—huffing and shifting to stand up

Running a hand through his too fluffy hair and walking over to introduce himself — eyes shining

” hi! Im Charles leclerc! “