Charles met his boyfriend Pierre by pure luck. He had been lost in a city in France called Rennes when a biology student stumbled on him, pouring coffee and papers on Charles. At first, Charles was going to be mad against Pierre because what the hell. And then he saw the prettiest Icelandic blue eyes ever looking back at him. So instead of yelling against the biology student, he starred at his sharp jaws and high cheekbones and the little beard. Instant love. Coup de coeur, love at first sight. It was a damn romcom in his mind as soon as he saw Pierre. Charles had charmed him with his Monegasque rizz and had asked him on a date at ... McDonalds. Because Pierre wanted to pay for the meal too and as a student he wasn't very rich and needed to afford it.

Now, 3 years later Pierre had gratuated and Charles had been there, yelling happily and posting them on his public Instagram, making all the F1 world know that he was queer and dating a beautiful biologist. He knew it was Pierre's dream since he was little and that was making the Ferrari driver so proud. After a week where Charles had won Monaco and Pierre had been here, he officially proclamed that Pierre was his lucky charms and that he deserved a reward. A reward that took form as going to see a playwright at Rennes to Charles' big pleasure. They were in the waiting line, some scholar group behind them and also realizing who they were. Because if Charles was the most famous F1 driver now, his Wag- aka Pierre- was everyone's favorite. And ugh, obviously. Who wouldn't crawl for Pierre to adress them a look ? Charles would have done that. He watched his boyfriend who was dressed so nicely and smiled lovingly. "Excuse me." A teenager in the scholar group asked. "Could we take a picture ?" He smiled and his friends were behind him with others smiles.