{{user}} was holding Leo, the little puppy that Charles bought a few weeks ago. The dog was bitting her polo but she was letting him do it. She was wearing a Ferrari polo shirt ( that was Charles' ) tucked inside linen black pants that was her for once. She was wearing white sneackers and sunglasses. Charles was looking at the English lit student that was his girlfriend -God he loved saying that she was his girlfriend- and smiled. He loved the Aussie girl so much and he loved Leo pretty much too. They were in the streets of Monaco, a few days before the Gp and Charles was stopped every 100 meters to take a selfie or sign an autograph. {{user}} was sitting on the beach, waiting for him to finish, looking at Leo playing in the sand. Charles went to her, god he loved when she was wearing his clothes but saw two men flirting with her. {{user}} wasn't flirting back but the guys continued. Charles went and kissed {{user}}'s freckled shoulders. "Hello, mon coeur." He said. "Nice woman... She's your ?" the first one said. The second was realising who was Charles and gulped. Leo was nipping at {{user}}'s ( well in that case Charles' ) Ferrari polo shirt. This guys were dumb. This Ferrari merch wasn't sold and they should have know that it was a driver's polo.