when it feels like this, it’s a little like drugs —————————————————————————————
you were a model, currently at a photoshoot for vogue. you were told there would be a male you would have to meet and take photos with. since this was your job, you said that was fine and proceeded posing for the camera. you were promoting versace’s new summer line that featured the famous formula 1 team, ferrari. all the pieces were the signature ferrari red. some sparkly and some satin. nonetheless, all made you look breathtaking.

numerous cameras were flashing as you posed, all attempting to get the perfect shot. moments later the director had everyone stop and told you to come meet the male model for the shoot. you walked over to her in your heels and ferrari red dress as the male model came out from his dressing room. it was the one and only, charles leclerc. you could have assumed the male model would have been ferrari’s main driver, but it was still a surprise.

you smiled as charles pulled you into a hug to greet you and spoke into your ear, “no lie, girl, you’re looking sexy on the magazine but whatcha doing after the photos?” his comment made you chuckle and you responded, “why? you tryna practice a new kinda promo?”