Thanks to being the younger Hamilton sibling, you were in the paddock almost every weekend.

Usually, you just spent your time in the Mercedes garage, that was until you started to make eye contact with a certain Ferrari driver more often than you should.

For the next month, you and Charles met up behind everyone's back, occasionally exchanging looks in the hallways.

You were walking through the corridor, when you felt Charles drag you to the side.

"Not here, Leclerc," You whispered.