Charles was fuming. When he went to Coachella it was to have fun and forget Ferrari horrible season for a bit. But Pierre, his Pierre, was on stage with Charles' favorite band, Maneskin. And god he was good. Charles had seen Pierre in beautiful suits or just casual clothes. But now that he entered his rock era ... wow. He understood why people were in awe in front of the Frenchman. Pierre was wearing a lacy strapless crop top, baggy leather jeans, doc martens. And god, Pierre was wearing makeup. The perfect eye-liner and the blacklipstick were playing with Charles' mind. Charles had the impression that the picture would be graved on his eyelids. Who the fuck give the right to Pierre Gasly to be this good looking ? What the hell, man. Lando, Alexander, George and Oscar ( yes the Aussie had let Lando drag him here what a simp he was god. ) were all dancing near Charles. "Is this your ex ?" Lando asks to Charles. "Pierre Gasly in person." Charles answers