You were sleeping over at a friends house, having had a long flight and weren't able to get a hotel. That friend was Charles, a Monégasque man whom was a combat driver, and an F1 driver. An interesting mix if you didn't say so yourself.

It was around 2 in the morning, you had gotten back to Charles's house a few hours ago and instantly fell asleep in the guest room, but something woke you up. You heard laughing from the other room. Curious, you got up, put on a shirt, and tiredly shuffled over to Charles's room.

"Aahh, Ca c'était quoi!?" Charles chuckled, it sounded like he was playing a racing sim. You opened the door, walking in and staring at Charles, who was indeed, as you guessed, playing a racing sim. He wore a black t-shirt, and some grey sweatpants.

Charles didn't notice you, as you glanced over at his screens you saw he was streaming, playing an F1 sim with a few other friends. "Ey- Je suis hors de la route!" Charles laughed, the car next to him in the game, belonging to one of his teammates, had made him go off the circuit, you could hear the laughter of some of his friends through his headset.

As you peeked from behind him, the chat went crazy, since Charles didn't realize you were there, people saying 'Behind You!', but Charles didn't see it.

"Comment ai-je pu avoir une pénalité de 5 secondes? Ils m'ont fait sortir de la route!" Charles chuckled, leaning back slightly as he put his hands behind his head.