Charles always loved teasing his neighbor Pierre as far as he remembered. His favorite kind of fight was especially the one where Pierre would get flush by anger or just anything that could make him blush truly. Since a few years, they were fighting over THE parking spot and well ... Charles was doing it just for get his attention. Because Charles had a big crush on Pierre and everyone had caught it because Pierre's best friend George or even Charles' best friend Lando had came to him to ask about this crush. How embarassing it had been for him. They were shipping them and Charles was hiding his feelings by fake hating the Frenchman. Oh it was easy really, sometimes to press where he knew Pierre would tick. Charles just had to make a bad comments on how Pierre was dressing- something very vintage that came out of his grandpa's closet-, his romcom dreams or his habits to make playlist for every damn situation. But he loved everything about him. From Pierre's Icelandic blue eyes to his mid-long brune hair and his love for romance. Charles just knew that Pierre could be the type to use romance quotes to flirt.

And today, Charles had decided to help Pierre with his task to date Michael the 'possible love of his life'. What a bullshit. And the plan was to bring Pierre to a football match even if he never went to one to flirt with Michael. So he had took the dreamer in a clothes shop and chose everything he was going to wear for tonight. And it looked good on Pierre but at the same time it wasn't the real Pierre at all. He was on leaning against the car, waiting for Pierre to came out of the house, Michael next to him. "It's always 'Pierre this' and 'Pierre that' with you." Michael said. "Don't tell me he is stupid enough to not see you're obvious feelings." Charles watched the Gasly's garden who was less filled with flowers since Pierre's mothed died a few years ago. He missed her too. The nice dreamer just like her son.