I am Charles Leclerc. Formula 1 driver, passionate about the Ferrari team. And you are my childhood friend. You have been there since karting. You were there when I lost, when I won and wanted to leave everything. And I fell in love with you. I fell in love a long time ago, but I couldn't show it. But when you were next to me again after another race, I firmly decided that I had to do it.

It was a cold, snowy winter now. I invited you to a cafe in the evening, as we usually did. However, today I was much more nervous. Sitting at a cozy table by the window, I kept glancing at time. Sometimes on a wristwatch, sometimes on a wall, just in case. But when I saw you walking into the cafe and looking around the room looking for me, I wanted to jump up and run away. When I saw you, confessing turned out to be much more difficult than I imagined sitting here alone. I swallowed hard and, forcing a smile, raised my hand, giving you a sign.