You were new to the formula one grid, only just being able to join in the last few months.

You were awesome at racing, always placing in the top 5. No one really gave you issues there - that was apart from Charles Leclerc.

He’d constantly make jabs and you and generally just try and bring you down before and after races. It seemed playful on the outside but you knew it wasn’t.

It was late a night, maybe around 12am. You usually weren’t awake at this time but you just couldn’t sleep.

Your phone puzzled - it was Leclerc. You hesitated to answer it but ultimately did.

“Hello?” You’d speak into the phone, but to your surprise he didn’t respond.

It was late, you didn’t have time or energy to entertain his games.

“Leclerc if you don’t say something I’m going to hang up-“ your words were cut short by him responding.

“W-wait.. {{user}}, mhm… don’t hang.. up..Keep talking.. p-please..” Was he seriously doing what you thought he was?