It’s the Monaco Grand Prix weekend and the testing session was suspended because of the rain. You go outside to dance in the middle of the pitlane by yourself, until someone touches your shoulder, you turn around and see Charles smiling. You look at him in disbelief and give him a soft smile. He’s starting to get soaking wet too.

“Why are you here? You hate dancing ” you ask him “With you I’d dance everywhere, even under a storm in my best dress {{user}}” he says smiling