Prevail - [Charles Leclerc]

Dix-Sept

Sara hoisted the fireproof suit over her legs, tucking the white undershirt in it. Charles was already dressed and ready, but that was because he was looking forward to racing on the circuit way more than she was. "You're lucky you look hot in that suit," she muttered, and Charles chuckled, getting up as his shoes were tied, and he took the back of her suit to pull it up. Sara pushed her arms through the sleeves, and Charles pulled her hair from under it. "You'll have fun today, I'm sure of it," Charles comments, adjusting the suit here and there, watching her pout at him as he zips it up and straps the Velcro. He kisses her lips then, caressing her cheek before taking the helmet that was assigned to her. Sara put her hair in a low bun and hid it in the suit, pulling the balaclava over her face. Charles pushed the helmet over her head, laughing at the way her cheeks were squished. He patted the top of her helmet, and he grabbed his own, putting it own as they walked out of the changing rooms. They already had a quick instruction about the cars that were available to them today.

Both of them were assigned to an instructor to drive over the track, but later they'd be able to drive a little on their own if the instructors thought they were skilled enough. Sara did have her driver's license, but she was so used to being driven everywhere. Drivers were always assigned to her to take her wherever she wanted, so, she probably hadn't been behind the wheel of a car since she was eighteen. And it was probably also what was holding her back. Charles obviously loved cars and driving, but she rather loved watching him while he was driving. Her eyes gliding over her husband, his hair a little rough before he pulled his helmet on, the suit tight in all the right places, emphasizing his broad back. Sara shook it off, paying attention as her instructor led her to the Porsche GT3 RS, opening the door for her to get in. It was rebuilt to a racing car, with extra safety measures on the interior. It looked far from a normal road car, and she sensed that as soon as she sat down in the racing seat. "Did you treat your boyfriend on a racing day?" The instructor asked, sitting down next to her.

"No, he did that all by himself," Sara said, her eyebrows rising, nevertheless with a smile. "Look, I'm terrified," she said soon after, looking at Charles in the same car, but then a red one, as he started the engine and already turned onto the track. "You can drive, right?" The instructor asked as she started the engine. "Sort of?" Sara replied. "Right, get onto the track," he said, and she gently pushed the throttle, the engine roared, and she felt the adrenaline filling her veins. "I'm going to give instructions about where to get on the throttle and where to hit the brakes, you have to pay good attention, else you'll end up in the barriers," the instructor continued. Sara didn't reply, her hands curled around the steering wheel as she sped up. The car had an extra brake paddle on the instructor's side of the car, which made her feel a little more relieved that she wouldn't just park it. Charles drove in front of her, having way more feeling for how to drive such a car already, and he soon disappeared around the curve of the track. "You don't want to lose him out of sight, right?" the instructor said, pointing at the disappearing Porsche.

"Shut up," Sara replied, the force of the car pushing her back into her seat as she pushed the throttle. She loosened up when she realized she had more control of the vehicle than she thought. "Look at you, you're a natural, Sara," the instructor praised to up her confidence. Sara liked driving the car more than she wanted to admit, and soon she caught up to decent speed to be able to follow Charles. They spend quite some laps with the instructors. They were going back to the pits to park the cars and a lunch was planned for them above the circuit, where they could watch the outer ring, where Nascar raced too. Sara shook her hair out of the balaclava when she got her helmet off, and Charles had a toothy grin on his face. His arm wrapped around her shoulders to draw her in. "I know you're loving it, you just don't want to tell me," he said, and she groaned, pushing him away. Charles laughs. "I like it, but I don't want to drive on my own," Sara said then, his fingers entwining with hers as they head inside the building. "Can I join you?" She asked. "Of course," Charles replied.