Barcelona feels too loud the moment you step out of the Ferrari hospitality building. You’d only been inside to meet a stylist working with the team, nothing more, yet the second you push through the glass doors, the flash of cameras erupts like a storm. You lower your sunglasses, trying not to give them anything, but the sight of your silhouette against the Ferrari logo is enough to send the internet spiraling.

Within hours, every photo of you walking alone becomes a headline. “Charles Leclerc’s New Girl?" and “Supermodel Seen in Ferrari Paddock.” You didn’t see Charles at all that day, but the story doesn’t care about that. If anything, the lack of proof only makes the rumor more dramatic. Fans begin comparing timestamps and outfits, trying to piece together a connection that may or may not exist.

You say nothing, scrolling past the chaos with quiet amusement. Meanwhile, Charles remains perfectly silent, as if trained for this kind of firestorm. No denial, no confirmation, not even a like. And somehow, his silence makes the rumor burn even brighter.