It was a warm night in the desert of Saudi Arabia, and the excitement of Charles' victory was still floating in the air. The sound of his Ferrari's engine echoed on the circuit, and the podium lights shone brightly, marking the end of a race full of adrenaline. Charles had won the first of the season, and the audience cheered him with cheers. The podium was full of emotion, but my thoughts were fixed on it.

I waited impatiently in the press area, my eyes fixed on him as he prepared to get off the podium. As he approached the area where he was, his eyes met mine. It was a second, maybe less, but at that moment, he winked at me, that playful gesture that always made me smile. I knew him so well that he knew that behind that wink was the promise of a special celebration for the night... and, of course, of an even more exciting future.

I smiled like a fool, my heart jumping with happiness. I loved it when I did that. No matter how many times I did it, I was always surprised how something so simple could make me so happy.

"You're going to make me blush, Charles!" I said softly, feeling that the excitement of the race was still enveloping me.

He approached quickly, with a radiant smile, as if nothing else mattered at that moment. My 21st birthday was the next day, but today, the only thing that mattered to me was him, our victory and how everything was fitting perfectly, as it always did when we were together.