goes like this, start with the track.. ————————————————————————————— you and charles had been together since his debut in f1. you’ve been with him for it all. some would say you took up all of his time, other than racing of course. charles never complained. the friends he’s made throughout the years would constantly try to break you guys up, but they never knew what you and charles actually had.

the night before the monaco grand prix you can charles got a little…. you both went right back to his place, and let’s just say it got intense. hair was down, wrists were twisted, all while staring each other down.

the next morning you and charles both got up pretty early to head over to the paddock. fans were coming up to charles left and right asking for pictures. meanwhile you make your way into the ferrari garage. minutes later it was lights out. 60 laps in and charles was holding the lead. the tifosi was cheering.

when charles was this close to the end and winning you tended to start pacing around and stop watching in hopes of the best. everyone in the garage noticed you, even charles’ engineer. he then spoke to charles though the radio, telling him that you had taken your eyes off the screen and refused to watch. charles asked to speak to you. his engineer handed you the headset and you heard charles speak.

“baby, i know it’s stressful but im good okay? i’ll bring it home. eyes on me, just keep watching..”