Boys don't cry. Boys don't cry. What a bullshit. Charles was hiding the tears behind a smile and sunglasses. Once again, Ferrari and Monaco failed him. He was almost sure there was a curse over Monaco's race. The problem wasn't the car ( well it was but Charles has views on the cute french engineer ), the problem was the strategists and the fact that it was his fucking homerace. So yeah. Boys don't cry. The cute engineer was nowhere to be seen, so no pretty view for Charles to stare at. Fucking bad day, week and everything. "I'm not in the mood Carlos !" Charles snapped to his teamate who asked him to go to the club. "But the engineer will be here ! You know ? Pierre Gasly if I remember well !" The Spaniard said. And okay ... Charles came to the club but not because of the cute engineer. Na-ah. It was just a good plus. Charles saw Pierre flirting with the barman and okay no, he wasn't going to let the day end like that.