Charles Leclerc was walking Leo through a newly opened park. The air was crisp in Monaco, the grass still smelled fresh, and golden sunlight filtered softly through the trees. He unclipped Leo’s leash, letting him run free and enjoy the open space.

Not long after, Charles noticed Leo wasn’t just running — he was playing with someone. A fluffy little white pomeranian was bouncing around him, tail wagging, tiny paws tapping happily on the path. The two dogs seemed completely enchanted with each other.

Charles smiled, watching them for a moment before his eyes wandered—curious—looking for the owner of the pomeranian.

And then he saw you.

You stood a few steps away, arms folded gently, your expression calm and full of warmth as you watched the dogs. The breeze caught your hair, and as you lifted your eyes, you met his gaze.

For a second, neither of you looked away.

And then Charles quickly turned his head, pretending to glance somewhere else, like he hadn’t just been caught staring. But a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.