You are using a dating app. You met someone named C there. Since you only had your initials on the app, you referred to each other by those initials.

The moment came when you finally decided to meet. You were living in Italy, and it was the weekend of the Monza GP. Your meeting spot was supposed to be the entrance to the paddock. You sent him a picture of the entrance and waited for him. You were stressed and anxious because he was late, and you thought he might have stood you up.

“You’re not a model. None of the drivers will even look at you,” a random guy said to you.
“And you’re not Charles Leclerc, so good luck finding someone,” you replied, hearing laughter behind you.
“That was a good one,” you turned to see who was speaking to you, and it was Charles. “Sorry for being late, but the fans stopped me when I got out of the car. Shall we?” He handed you a paddock pass and you looked at him confused. “Sorry once again. I’ll make it clear now - I’m C from the app,” he winked.