𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐙𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 - ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴇꜱ ʟᴇᴄʟᴇʀᴄ

10

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴' 𝘗𝘖𝘝:

We were leaving for Hungary. The next Grand Prix was there. Some of us were traveling on the same flight. I've been looking for my phone for the last ten minutes.

"Mate, I can't find my freaking phone." I looked through my backpack again desperately.

"You already looked through your backpack a thousand times and through mine." Carlos spoke and I sighed. "Are you sure you didn't left it on the cafeteria?" He asked crossing his arms.

"Merde. I'll go check." I cursed and stood up.

"I'll keep looking for it here." Carlos nodded.

I started walking towards the cafeteria. I increased my pace as I tried remembering where I last saw my phone.

I walked in the cafeteria and looked at the table where I've been before. I saw my phone on one of the red booths. I sighed in relief and grabbed it.

"Grâce à Dieu." I muttered and put my phone on the back pocket of my black jeans.

I heard a familiar voice. The sweet, angelic tone invading my ears. The notorious accent making me realize who it was. I furrowed my brows and quickly turned around. My eyes widened when I saw her walking through the airport followed by Max, Lando and Margot. Max had his arm around her. She had a small suitcase with her.

I scoffed when I realized what was going on. She said yes to him.

My heart pounded against my chest. My chest rising up and down while I looked at them. She turned around and we locked eyes. I saw her smile fade and her face drop. My furrowed brows and glistening eyes spoke a million words. She looked away after what felt an eternity. I could see the guilt in her eyes.

"You found your phone?" Carlos' voice made me snap back to reality.

I nodded not taking my eyes off her.

"What's wrong?" Carlos asked and looked at what I was looking at. "Madre mía." His Spanish slipped out.

"Yeah." I pursed my lips. "Let's go, it's gonna be a long flight." I started walking off.

"Espérame tío." Carlos walked quickly to catch up with me.

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𝘌𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝:

"He's in the same fucking flight." I whispered to Margot as we took our seats on the plane.

"I better grab my popcorn." Margot joked and I hit her arm annoyed. "Ow! Détends-toi. I was joking." She rubbed her arm looking at me offended.

Max sat on one of the back seats. I turned around to see him and he smiled at me. I smiled back and looked back to the front.

Charles walked besides me and didn't even dared to look at me. He stopped behind me and looked at his phone and at the seat.

"Ce n'est pas possible." I whispered and closed my eyes when I realized what was going on.

"And this is why we travel on the private jet." Margot whispered and I glared at her.

"It's first class." I whispered back.

We heard Charles curse under his breath and take the seat behind me. I put my hand on my forehead.

"Yeah, first class disaster." She whispered with a amused smile on her face.

"Ta gueule." I told her annoyed and she chuckled softly.