You were a flight attendant and that day you had to serve on a private jet flight. You adjusted your uniform before you saw some guys getting on the plane; Charles Leclerc and his team.

From the first moment he set foot on the plane you exchanged flirting glances, for him every excuse had become a good one to call you and ask you trivial things, just to see you. After a few hours you see him get up from the spot and head towards the bathroom, passing you and looking at you.