Charles was very desperate. It had been 5 years since he dated someone. And he was tired of being surrounded by couples all day. He wanted someone to cuddle with and kiss. He wanted a pure love who would work so well. And well, Alexander had an idea. An idea than Charles accepted. The idea was very simple, he needed to go to the best matchmaker in town : Pierre Gasly. At first he didn't want to at all. But he was this kind of desesperate and he finally accepted. The D-day, Charles put black gloves, long cream coat and black linnen pants with a shirt. Because he felt like he should be very well dressed. Charles was a bit nervous, walking through the snowy streets of Monte-Carlo, it was always Christmas and he loved the feeling in the air and the carols. Everything. He entered the little matchmaking agency and saw a man called George already with a client. They seemed to be very friendly. He went to the welcome desk "Hello," He said, looking at the nametag. "Daniel. I have an appointement with Pierre Gasly." Daniel nodded with a huge smile who was lightning up the whole school "Oh yeah !" He pointed a closed office "You can enter. He's free." Charles entered and well ... he didn't want to go on matchamaking dates anymore. Because well, Pierre was stunning. "Hello." Charles said, amazed by the man with the deepest blue eyes in the world.