Nᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ|Charles Leclerc|

«Two»

L.V.

One day, the exchange with Lando was interrupted by my father,

-Lis, come here please!

He called out in his peculiar hoarse, yet kindly voice.

-I'm going! - I replied, then we hugged each other with Lando, and he went on to his own orange team.

-Hi dad, what do you want?- I asked him with a smile on my face.

-I just want to tell you that our new driver from Formula 2 is coming to us tomorrow, and I would like you to kindly introduce yourself to him and show him around, because you have the most time here anyway.

-Thank you dad, that was really good- I rolled my eyes- But of course, I'll gladly show you around, just show me tomorrow who I should look for, because I'm not very familiar with Formula 2.

-Okay, I'll show you!
"You can go now!" my father waved my way.

When I got out of the home, I immediately looked for Land to inform him of the noble task I had been entrusted with. He had just finished something, but when I found him, he was in a hurry to go somewhere, so I could only tell him the most important things.

-Imagine Lando, tomorrow I have to show a new F2 driver around here, who will join us, I told him panting.

-That's very good,- answered Lando, -but now I really have to go, I have a guess who you're thinking of, my very good friend, but I won't tell you, it's just a surprise for you!

-Thank you for your kindness!- I muttered to myself, because he wouldn't have heard it anyway.

The evening passed slowly and boringly. Sometimes 1-2 workers there called me to bring him something, but nothing more, so I decided to go home.

-Hi dad, I'm going home, I've already prepared my car! - I shouted back to the home in front of the exit gate.

-Okay, baby, but I have to stay inside for a long time, don't wait for dinner, good night,-he yelled back at me.

I was just getting into my black Ferrari when I saw a screaming crowd of fans. They were all panting around a 180 cm tall, slightly bearded, brown-haired guy. They almost went crazy for him. And the guy suddenly got into my car, without saying a word.

-Let's go, driver,- he literally shouted at me, then hit me on the shoulder with a man.

-Sorry, but what the hell do you think of yourself?- I ask him with raised eyebrows.

-I ordered a Ferrari to take me to my hotel,-he said as if he didn't cut the deal.

-How can you do that? - I look at him with wide eyes.
1. This is not a taxi, but my car -I started to say.
2. Do you see me wearing a suit or a hat? - I asked him louder and louder.
3. And you don't think so. that you shouldn't hit your drivers, and if this has already happened, apologize and embarrass yourself?-I finished my education.

-I would be happy if I had such a pretty driver!-he winked at me, then got out of my car and got into the car that was actually transporting him.

Not even an apology - I'm sorry I got into your car and even hit you - I didn't get anything apart from that one compliment. I didn't know who this kid was, but I didn't care either. I drove to the hotel where we stayed during the Bahrain Grand Prix, hoping that tomorrow's F2 boy will only be better than this.

To be continued...