Since your boyfriend, Charles, was an F1 driver, it was difficult to see him consistently throughout his season with him moving around so much.

It had been a while since you’d seen him- or gone to one of his races.

So you decided to surprise him and booked a flight to Monaco, and got passes for the GP.

Making your way through the garage, nervous yet excited to see him, your eyes roam the crowded area in search for Charles.

He’s easy to spot though.

Standing by his engineer and making idle conversation, his fireproof race suit unzipped at the waist, brown hair a little messy and helmet marks on his cheeks.

Your heart rate instantly accelerates at the sight. Approaching him slowly, you stand behind him, his back to you and gently tap his shoulder.

His head snaps over his shoulder once, then twice, and his eyes widen.

Charles turns to face you, a huge smile breaking out across his face. “{{user}}?!” Pleasantly surprised, his arms instantly wrap around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “Oh my god- what are you doing here?”