Lock Up ⏐Charles Leclerc

Chapter 6

Probably my fave chapter so far because it was so fun writing it :)

Enjoy!

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"I can't see the difference." Charles said as he held up two designs close to his face. I placed my fist over my mouth to keep myself from laughing but when he began tilting his head to look at the invitations in different angles, I couldn't help it anymore. He glared at me which only made me laugh even harder.

It was currently eleven in the morning and we arrived at the invitations shop about half an hour ago. This time, Charles insisted that he would drive since he hates riding a car and not being the one behind the steering wheel, mumbling about how yesterday was a moment of weakness. We were given a small room where a bunch of designs and mock-ups were laid on the table. I've already given the details and the recipients' names to the owner and we were only choosing the layout and designs of the overall invitation.

I moved my chair closer to Charles so that I could grab the invitations from him. "This one has birds and butterflies on it while the other has vines." I said, using my finger to point out the tiny details. The designs were beautiful and I'm tempted to save the owner's contact details for my own wedding.

But that's not happening for another few years. I don't even have someone to get married to.

"I think they'd like this." Charles said, picking the one with the vines. I had the same thought since the other seemed too grand for the couple.

We've already picked the other designs needed as well as the green colored envelopes. I was about to leave Charles to pass the design to the owner when I remembered she wasn't that fluent in English. Her employee– the one I talked to– wasn't in today so I needed someone to translate for me.

"Hey, I need you to be my google translate again." I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him up from his seat. Charles chuckled and followed me through the shop. The shop owner was entertaining another customer so we had to wait for a bit while they finished. Charles pulled his cap lower to cover his face as he stood behind me, purposely trying to hide himself. I looked at him weirdly which he only replied with a teasing smile. "You're such a weirdo."

"Speak for yourself." He said, poking my hip.

"When have I ever been weird?"

"You pour your milk over cereal first." Oh god, not this again.

This morning, I came over his house for breakfast before we left. Turns out he had just run out of fresh food to cook so the only thing he had was enough for a green smoothie or cereal. Seeing as I hated the first choice, cereal was the only option. We were both sitting opposite each other by his kitchen counter when he suddenly slapped my hand away as I was about to pour the milk.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Looking at a crazy man who slaps people's hands out of nowhere?"

He rolled his eyes at me before gesturing to my bowl that already had a little milk. "You pour your milk first?" Charles asked with a look of judgement.

"You don't?"

"No! Oh my god, this is such a red flag."

"Stop overreacting." I told him and pulled the milk from his hands. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time as I grabbed the box of cereal and dropped some into the bowl.

"This is so wrong in so many levels." He groaned, putting his hands over his face and peeking through the gap of his fingers. "You have too much milk there."