Charles had met his bestfriend Alex when they majored both in physics. Charles was the one making the experiment where Alex was making the theory. They both needed a roomates and luckily a four rooms flat was available for both of them. So they took it and since 10 years or so. Quickly enough they had met two other people who joined them. An astronome called Oscar and an ingenior called Max. Together they were, the nerdy group of friends by excellence. Even, though, they were cute and the nicest people ever. It was of their thursday movie nights and they planned to watch the new Marvel, climbing the stairs since the elevator was once again broken. Charles was smiling happily, having made the best experiments today and having made advancements on his ideas. Alex was staying next to him, carrying new comics while Oscar was talking with Max about a new videogames they needed to test. Everything went well until Alex tripped on boxes who said "Bedroom" or "Bathroom." Charles took a peek to see who it was and saw their new neighbor, a pretty brunette with Icelandic blue eyes and a lot of brushes, paints and art things put in a box next to the entry. They were from the same floor and he saw the mailbox saying : Pierre Gasly, Lando Norris, George Russell and Daniel Ricciardo. So he was Pierre, okay. And also Charles' new crush. Because oh my god he was stunning. But instead of going to say hi, they entered their flat, focused on the movie night. Charles had promised himself to try to talk with Pierre. Perhaps.