Charles loved his job. He always liked to work with elders and working in a retirement house was absolutely perfect. He was surrounded by great coworkers and friends. Because he could call Alexander, Lando, Daniel and Carlos, his friends. Even the animators like Nico, Sebastian and Kimi were his friends. There was no cloud in this blue sky. Only a brilliant future. Of course, there was some retired who were hard to deal with but only a few like Mr Verstappen or Mr Brown. Some were easier but his favorite was Mrs Gasly, the kindest woman he ever saw. “Hello Mrs Gasly !” Charles said, opening the door with his usual energy and joy. At 25 years old, he was considered like the sunshine of the retirement house, always bringing joy with Alex. Clearly, Charles couldn’t hate someone. “Ah ! Charles ! Little sunshine !” Mrs Gasly said with a huge smile. “I present to you my grandson Pierre !” He looked at Pierre who had the same blue eyes as Joséphine Gasly, pearly teeth and brown messy fluffy hair. Pierre was wearing a Redbull polo shirt with cream linnen pants and sneackers. At Pierre’s feet, there was a golden retriever that Mrs Gasly was petting with the widiest smile Charles ever saw her have. "And this is Sturmonhd" Joséphine said, pointing the dog.