𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐙𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 - ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴇꜱ ʟᴇᴄʟᴇʀᴄ

3

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴' 𝘗𝘖𝘝:

I was walking down the night streets of Monaco. There was cold breeze which made me zip up my Ferrari jacket. Today was such a shitty day. I just wanted a drink.

I didn't even start the race, another year of continuing the Monaco curse. In my own hometown.

I saw a bar that had an "open" sign in the window. I walked towards it after debating for a while if I should go in. I pushed the door making the bells jingle, announcing my entrance. I put my hands in my pockets and walked towards the bar to take a seat in one of the stools.

"Donnez-moi la boisson la plus forte que vous ayez." I ordered and the bartender nodded and left to make my drink.

I looked up at the TV and saw what was playing. They were replaying the Monaco qualis.

"Super." I murmured to myself and the bartender slipped my drink through the bar. I nodded at him and took a sip feeling the liquor burn my throat. I winced and took another sip.

"Drinking your problems again, Leclerc?"

I turned around seeing the blonde with deep brown eyes staring at me while she downed what didn't looked like her first drink.

"Are you following me?" I smirked and stood up to sit down next to her.

"Get over yourself, Leclerc. The girl wants to drown her sorrows in liquor, too." She replied circling the rim of her drink with her finger.

She looked gloomy. Her hair was a mess and her lipstick was smudged. She took a sip from her drink leaving a lipstick stain on the glass.

"Problems with mére?" I asked and she sighed.

"She has a boyfriend." She replied and I saw her look down. "She replaced my dad just like that."

I sighed. Her dad's death was a really delicate topic to her. I saw her get wasted and cry about it for months.

"I'm sorry about that." I looked at her and she smiled a little bit. She fixed her posture and tilted her head.

"Mr. Leclerc being compassionate?" She feigned surprise and I chuckled.

"Don't get used to it." I raised my eyebrows and she rolled her eyes, her smile still not fading.

"Don't worry, I won't." She fired back playfully.

She turned her gaze to the TV and saw the replaying of my crash. I sighed watching how I didn't brake fast enough and ended up against the wall. I took a sip of my drink.

"You're here because of that, aren't you?" She asked after seeing my reaction and I nodded.

"I thought this was gonna be my year, guess not." I raised my eyebrows scoffing and downed my entire drink.

"There's time. Don't put so much pressure yourself." She told me and I tilted my head.

"Ms. Bennet being compassionate?" I used her joke from earlier.

"Don't get used to it." She smiled. "Sooner or later we'll end up in another fountain." She joked and I chuckled.

"Yeah, my PR manager's still freaking out about that." I spoke and she laughed.

"My mother's still freaking out about that. She says I've "humiliated" her." She rolled her eyes making quotation marks with her fingers.

"But we're the ones who ended up in the fountain." I arched my brow smirking and we laughed.

"That's what I told her." She laughed and grabbed her glass. "To this shitty moments in our privileged life." She raised her glass.

"À ta santé." I replied and we clinked our drinks.