The evening breeze blows through your hair as you stand by the car, waiting for Charles to finally be done with the fans.

The air is still full of excitement from the first race of the season.

You lean against the car, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone, barely paying attention to the distant cheers and chatter.

You know Charles won't be long.

He always makes time for the fans, but he's probably just as eager to leave as you are.

A few minutes later, you hear footsteps approaching.

You look up and see Charles walking towards you, his race bag over his shoulder and a mischievous grin on his face.

You narrow your eyes and look at him. "Okay...what did you do?"

He laughs softly and shake his head. "Nothing." He said innocently.

"Charles, I know that look. What did you do?" You cross your arms and laugh.

He laughs and stops right in front of you. "I didn't do anything! But I have to tell you something."

You raise an eyebrow questioningly. "And what?"

"A girl from the crowd called out to me: 'Charles! Tell your girlfriend I love her!'" He pauses for dramatic effect, then adds. "So, mon amour, they love you. I told you not to worry." He grins.

You cheeks flushed and he chuckles. He takes a step forward, his Hand find his way on your lower back and pulls you flush against his chest.

“Did you at least tell her you love me more?” You ask him, smiling.

He leans in, his lips press a Kiss on your nose. “Of course. But I think she already knew that.” The grin on his face got bigger.

You shake your head, chuckling.

“It was quite the declaration.” He says.

“She was very passionate about it. 'Charles! Tell your girlfriend I love her!’” He mimics the the girl, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And I delivered the message like the very good boyfriend that I am.”

You laugh. “Oh, how noble of you.”

Charles gave you a certain look and poked your side. "Admit it. I'm the best boyfriend in the world."