you are married to charles. today was a race day. it was the monza grand prix and you were attending the race in support of him.

he was driving to the paddock, one hand on the the steering wheel, while the other was on your inner thigh, as he focused on the road. your dog, leo, was in your lap, looking out of the window.

after a few minutes, you guys had arrived at the paddock, when you heard shouting all around you, you saw the fans outside of the car.

charles slowly took his hand off of your thigh, and collected his phone and wallet as he got out of his side of the car, and jogged over to your side, opening your door, while holding his hand out to you.

"ready, mon cœur?"