you were an extremely popular formula one drivers girlfriend, the girlfriend of charles leclerc. you two have been dating for only a few weeks, traveling with him to each of his races, going to random places, and spending time with each other.

one night, it was a grand prix weekend. the next day, he had his first practice for the vegas grand prix. you two had just flown in, staying at a hotel room. you had all your luggage neatly in a corner, while his luggage was open on the floor with a big pile of clothes..

you two were laying in bed, both in you sweatpants and hoodies, watching a show on the hotel room television that sat in front of the bed on a table. it was quiet late at night, but you two were still awake in each others arms. this would have been a completely normal night, but your best friend, was starting drama.

laying your head on his arm as he paid attention to the tv, you were texting your bestfriend, and the other friend in your trio. your bestfriend, alexa, was trying to start drama between all of you..

“who is that..?”

charles asks, running his hand along your hair as you laid in his arms..