Seeing Red

If so hot why act cold?

The British Grand Prix had been disappointing for Charles, he couldn't qualify that well and nor could he finish as well as he was expecting to.

He didn't come back to Monaco for the week's break, he spent the week at the factory. He was a little too harsh on himself, he hadn't spoken to any of us.

I went for lunch with Pascale, she told me this was who he was. He gets so passionate about work he forgets everything else, Ferrari will always be first she sighed.

The day was here, I was at the Nice airport being dropped off by Harriet and the gang. Julia was the only one that was genuinely enthusiastic, asking me to take pictures and get souvenirs.

Harriet couldn't be bothered and Gabriel was sulking about how it's unfair I get to go to races just because I'm seeing Charles. He didn't know the half of it and all I could do was awkward laugh.

"Stay warm okay? And wear your scarf!" Julia hollered at me from the gates.

"Yes mother! I'll see you in a week!" I waved at them before walking into the terminal.

I sent Charles a text saying I was on my way, I'll be at Graz in a few hours. He left me on read, it hurt a little. I needed to stop taking everything he did as a personal offence.

Six hours later, I landed in Graz. It was warmer than I expected, I exited the terminal and was greeted by a hotel concierge, he was going to get me to Spielberg.

I thanked him and we started our journey to the little town, Austria was scenic! The hills, the greenery, the streets of the city. It was all so beautiful, I sent the pictures straight to Julia.

I was finally in Spielberg! The town was in spirit of the Grand Prix, the RedBull logo was as as far as one could see and Max Verstappen posters glared at me everywhere I walked.

I was tired from the travelling and hit the sack as soon as I was given my room. I woke up refreshed and baffled by how hot it was!

Charles was no where to be seen, I don't know what I was expecting. I lay in bed until late into the evening, I didn't feel like doing anything, there was a cloud in my brain and it didn't seem to leave.

I woke up the next morning, to a somewhat chilly day. I bundled up and headed down for breakfast, I ate to my content and then realised I had to find a way to get to the track because Charles didn't seem to care.

Maybe two weeks ago I would have cried about this, but not today. He had a life and I was definitely not invited to be a part of it, as much as I tried being a friend he didn't want it.

I asked the receptionist if there was a way for me to get to the track, he told me that he could arrange for a chauffeur and I was glad. This meant I didn't have to interact with Charles at all, keeping the awkwardness at a minimum.

The chauffeur dropped me, I walked to the paddock and was greeted by Nat at the gates. She waved at me with a big smile on her face and my day was made.

I headed to the Ferrari unit with a spring in my step, I was smiling big. I entered the unit and spotted Andrea sitting at a table, sipping on some coffee.

I scanned the place for Charles but I couldn't seem to find him, he's with his engineer Andrea answered. I thanked him and took a seat next to him.

"So how's it been?" He asked me.

"Weird! I haven't spoken to him in a week he didn't even come back to Monte Carlo."

"He's been really harsh on himself, he just threw himself into work the minute we landed in Italy."