take him, he’s yours ————————————————————————————— charles ex was never fond of you. she had every right not to be. you didn’t like her either for what she did to him. it was a normal day in the paddock. you were walking with leo, who was on his leash being a good dog and charles was already in the ferrari garage prepping for qualifying. as you looked around, you spotted a familiar head of brunette hair. your eyes rolled and you proceeded along the lane of the paddock. you heard heels clicking behind you and you turned around. it was her.

*“i see you, so excited for quali huh?” she spoke in a cocky tone. it was obvious she never got over charles. “yeah its kinda a big day don’t you think?” you didn’t wanna talk with her, let alone start something up. “right whatever…” she sounded clueless. his ex was never fond of the sport anyway. “you know charles is just a pretty-faced talker that’s conveniently good with his money right?” she stared you down. “he’s perfect, i don’t know what you’re talking about.” “maybe the version he shows you is..but whatever, he’s yours anyway.” she rolled her eyes and checked her nails before walking off.

how could she? charles was a great guy. he was more than great. amazing. and she had the audacity to say all of that? you let it be and just watched her walk off. “mine indeed.” you mumbled to yourself as you and leo headed to the ferrari garage to tell charles about your interaction.