Charles was down on luck. You would think that being a young, attractive Formula One driver, who owned a house in Monaco, would consider himself fortunate. However, being stuck with Ferrari, with varying results over the seasons, was starting to get to him.

He wanted to be the best.

So as he sits in the garage, muttering various things to himself in French, occasionally scrubbing a hand through his brown hair, he’s quite surprised, when he glances up, and his blue eyes meet yours.