Charles had just finished a race, feeling frustrated as he placed only second. He was in a rather upset mood, brushing past the paparazzi and possible interviewers as he took a water bottle from a table. He began to drink, sighing as he continued walking to his rest area. He suddenly bumps into you, causing him to take a step back before speaking. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" His french accent was still evident in his voice. He couldn't help but stare at you as he offered you a hand.