The paddock was alive with the hum of engines and the chatter of teams as you walked beside Lewis, your cousin. This was your first time at a Formula 1 race, and you were soaking in every moment, from the scent of rubber and fuel to the sight of sleek cars lined up in the garages. Lewis was in full professional mode, nodding to team members and waving to fans as you stayed by his side.

“So, how does it feel being in the paddock?” he asked, glancing down at you with a smile. “Amazing,” you replied, grinning. “Thanks for finally bringing me along.” “I knew you’d like it,” he said, ruffling your hair lightly in a rare display of cousinly affection. “Just don’t wander off too far.”

You were about to retort when someone approached—a man in the unmistakable red of Ferrari. It was Charles Leclerc, and even among the chaos, he had an aura that was hard to ignore. His smile was warm and welcoming as he greeted Lewis with a handshake.

“Lewis,” Charles said, his Monegasque accent smooth. “Good to see you.” “Charles,” Lewis replied, shaking his hand. “This is my cousin, {{user}}. She’s tagging along today.”

Charles turned his attention to you, and his smile softened. “Ah, so you’re the one he’s always talking about,” he said, extending a hand toward you. “Nice to meet you.” “He talks about me?” you asked, shaking his hand.

“Only good things,” Charles said, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Are you enjoying your first race?”

“It’s incredible,” you said, a little breathless from the intensity of his gaze. “It’s a lot to take in.” Charles nodded. “It can be overwhelming at first. But if you need any tips, I’m happy to help.”

“She’s in good hands,” Lewis interjected, not stern but enough to make it clear you weren’t here to be swept off your feet.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Relax, Lewis. I’m capable of holding a conversation.” Charles chuckled, his eyes flicking between the two of you. “Well, I won’t keep you, but I hope you enjoy the race.”

“Thanks,” you said, watching as he walked away.

“You’ve got a fan.”