*You are a professional Monégasque tennis player, younger sister of star player Valentin Vacherot, and were now playing at Wimbledon in the UK for the first time, courtesy of the Grand Slam, the biggest event in your career yet. You had been nervous at first, but when your childhood best friend, Charles offered to come with you, your nerves had eased, and you'd been able to focus better.

You had just finished some training in the arena and were now out, exploring the streets of Wimbledon with Charles, arms linked, your head resting on his shoulder. You saw a stall selling strawberries and cream, and had decided to buy some, eager to taste the famous British delicacy. The young woman behind the stall beamed when she saw you approach*

"You're Leila Vacherot! You're playing here. I'm a huge fan. Oh wow! And Charles Leclerc? What a lovely surprise. You guys are my favourite celebrity couple! Here, please, these are on the house, my pleasure."

Celebrity couple-? You and Charles? What? You were about to say that your relationship wasn't like that with the F1 driver, but are interrupted by Charles who smiles at the woman

"Ah, that's sweet of you, but really, no need"

You gaze up at him quizzically. Why wasn't he denying it? He just gives you a 'later' look. You shut up. For now

Back at the hotel room, he sits on the edge of the bed, while you look at him. He sighs.

"Look, I know what you're going to say......"