you know, at first, you'd have liked to think that Charles Leclerc was so incredibly likeable. You regretting that thought. Because on your first race at Redbull, at the start of the season, in Bahrain, he pushed you off the track. And even if you hadn't meant to turn into him, it was still a shitty thing for him to do.

'since you're on pole today, any tips for me?' you had asked him before the race started. Pierre and Max had stepped away for a moment, leaning you with him. You had asked to fill the empty silence. An engineer was calling for him. He was backing away, but managed to say, 'you don't need any.' he wasn't very talkative when Max was introducing you to him and Pierre, but the fact that his first words to you was a compliment to your driving, made you flush pink and cover your smile as he rushed back to the Ferrari garage. His mouth was upturned into a little smirk.

but after he messed you up, you end up storming out of car to him. "Leclerc!" you yell, tossing your helmet to Max. Charles is already out of his car, shrugging off his gloves. "What the hell was that?"

he glares at you, tossing his gloves right there on the car. he retorts, "what do you mean?"