Charles shouldn't have followed his best friends in the nice bakery in Monaco called 'Mon arc-en-ciel' but he did. And inside was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. The name tag on the baker's apron said "Pierre". French then. Cool. Inside the shelves were so many croissants, mille-feuille and pastries who looked delicious. And the baguttes looked amazing. Somehow it felt like home. "Amazing" Charles whispered with a smile. His gaze fell back on the baker. Pierre had fluffy brown hair, deep blue eyes and jarp shaws. Such a beautiful man gosh. "Wow." He mumbled. Alexander smiled to Pierre and said "My friend Charles would love the pride cake." Charles looked at the cake who was rainbow colored, way to make him come out to such a beautiful man. Thank you Alex. He giggled akwardly and mumbled "Thank you Alex." He flushed and said to Pierre "But yes please. This one. And also 2 baguettes, macarons and mille-feuille. God his trainer would hate him and Charles knew he would have to do push ups but whatever. Oh he had to invite this man has his guest for the Monaco Grand Prix. Maybe Charles would win this time if Pierre was here. A shy cat ran away to Pierre when Alex tried to pet him and Charles grinned internally. Karma, he would say.