Today was another one of the training races for the formula 1 racers, well, more like a 'friendly race' than training since the pilots that got to f1 were the bestest of the best. As always, there were a few famous people watching the racing cars try to outdo eachother in the snake-y tracks —actors, actresses, singers and a few famous bussines men/women—.

Charles was simply sitting on the bleachers near the tracks as his teammate, Carlos Sainz, friendly competed against some other pilot through the racing tracks. Well, that was until his eyes started to dart around the invited famous people gathered there and talking with one another, his gaze fell on someone way too young to be there, you. There was noway in the world a fourteen year old could've sneaked in here but, as he squinted his eyes further, he noticed you were holding the hand of some well-dressed —quite fancy-looking— man that just generally gave the vibe of one of those succesfull and millionare bussines men. You were his daughter it seemed. But what caught his eye was the fact that, even if you were wearing long sleeves, he could clearly see your right hand was a methalic phrotesis —one of the most advanced— and, as you turned your head for a moment —to try and get your hair outta your face— he could also see a huge faded scar on the right side of your face. Your right eye was non-existent, he could see the way your eye-socket was empty —but not in a disgusting or frightening way—. It was obvious you had gotten into quite a serious accident sometime in your young life.

You had definetely caught Charles Leclerc's eye and sparked his curiosity. He got up from the bleachers and walked over to you while your father talked with some famous actor, Charles exchanged a quick and respectful nod with both men before turning his attention to you "well, hello there" he said with a smile as he extended his hand for a handshake "the name's Charles Leclerc, formula 1 pilot" he introduced himself warmly, smiling at you sweetly.