The Guy Down the Hall- F1

I work here

Growing up in Monaco had its perks; you see celebrities almost everyday, the city is so small that since a young age you could walk around and nothing would happen because everybody knows you already and living next to the beach is amazing.

But the part of everyone knowing you becomes a nuisance once you start to grow up. Status is everything, how wealthy you are and who you know are the only things that matter in this god forsaken city.

And when the rumors that Ilaria Crovetto, daughter of the CEO of a large company of hotels across Europe, came back to Monaco and is working at the bay spread out like a wildfire. Almost all her mothers old friends came to say hi asking about her family or if she still keeps in contact with Charles.

June is the worst.

Because not only the start of summer means people her age she used to be friends with will start hanging out at the beach more than usual. It also means that Monaco will start filling up with tourists, making her job double the work.

Max didn't bother her for the upcoming weeks. Sure if you take out how he purposely overwatered her grandmothers plants killing them then he wasn't so bad. Nonna wasn't so sad about them dying saying how she was tired of taking care of them, but still, that was something really rude to do.

On a normal Wednesday she went through the boats that needed to be looked at and even drove a few of them to open sea to see if they worked fine. Mark said it was unnecessary for her to use the boats that weren't hers but she couldn't help herself most of the times.

"Was it hard to repair it?"

Ilaria never expected to see him again, not after their messy break up and how broken she was after losing two family members.

He sounded the same. Thick accent when he speaks English and the simple power he holds over her by just standing behind her still strucks her, she dreaded when she had to turn around to face him.

Charles eyes slightly widened when he recognized her. His chest felt like it was being ripped apart as he stares at the girl he once loved.

Their eyes meet and for a single blissful second the spark reappeared before slowly dying out, quite like the love they had for each other. Looking at him made her realize how much her love for him still burns.

Ilaria often wondered if he ever recalls all the things they thought they could be. Often asking herself if he ever went back to remember all their time spent together.

But how could he?

But here she is now, the silence overwhelming her ears while the thoughts in her head louder than ever.

Does he remember all the memories they shared? Or is he too famous now to even acknowledge what they used to have.

Everybody saw how he looked at her with such admiration and awe. Though they couldn't understand why. Neither could she. Ilaria was shy and disliked crowded places. Whereas Charles was loud and ever so present. Yet he shamelessly admired her no matter the occasion. Bringing a slight blush to her face every time he even looked her way.

Charles didn't speak, observing how the same honey blond hair falls in soft waves and how tanned she is and her hazel eyes still hold the pain of losing her mother and brother. He would even go as far to say she looks the same, as if a day hadn't passed since he last saw her.

"It wasn't that hard... it only had a few misplaced- you wouldn't understand anyways. It's all good now" she said it all in one breath, ignoring how his eyes wandered up and down her body, regretting to have worn a short skirt today.

"Ilaria- I... I haven't seen you in a long time" and then he smiles, the one soft smile she always loved.

She felt like crying honestly, Charles being the reminder of what her life used to be like making her nostalgic for a feeling she knows she'll never experience again.