In this world, people find out about their soulmate in one of the weirdest way possible. They could feel what the other was eating. You just hoped to have someone with good taste. Especially if you were a chief like Pierre.

Charles understood he had a soulmate when he was 16 years old. Because he felt the taste of a lolipop that he clearly didn't eat. At first it was weird but at least his soulmate who was somewhere in the world had good taste. Milk and strawberry. Absolutely perfect with Charles. If he had took apple. Ugh.

Then he became a F1 driver and started to hate this good taste. How was he suppose to keep a diet if his soulmate was eating the best things in the bloody world ? When Charles was supposed to eat chicken with vegetables plain and dry, his soulmate was eating Boeuf fucking Bourguignon. It was a torture. He wanted to eat that too.

Well, at least, his soulmate matched his schedule because would have hated to taste beouf bourguignon at 4 in the fucking morning when he was racing in Japan. Charles would have despised that sooo much. Ugh.

"Hey !" Joris said when they were in Monza. "I reserved a dinner for two in the 'Gasly Restaurant' because you seemed to crave for tiramisu since two days."

Charles nodded and looked up to Joris "Fucking hell. My soulmate is always tasting Tiramisu all day. Yes. Yes. I want to eat there. Let's go."