Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
Me:Lewis, this date is going horribly. How am I meant to bond with a man who likes NOTHING? SERIOUSLY!

Lew: You only specified he couldn't like cars. Bring him to the paddock. It'll be nice to see you with someone on your arm.

Me: yes but I didn't want a guy with no interests or hobbies, I'm about to fall asleep. Yeah right, that'll go down well.

Lew: just bring him, Mia.

I ignored my friend, who was now quite frankly, my biggest enemy. The man opposite me was called Liam, and he worked in finance. What does that mean? It means he's fucking boring.

We'd been at a restaurant for two hours and I could not tell you one thing that this man liked, just a million things that he disliked.

'You say you work with f1? How long are you here for?' He asked, shocking me that he'd actually asked a question.

'Until Monday morning. Do you fancy a tour? I can give you one, if you like?' I asked, hoping he'd say yes so I could take him around the paddock and send him home.

'Sure.'

We left the restaurant, he insisted I pay half, and got a taxi to the racetrack. Lewis was nowhere to be seen and I knew he'd done it on purpose. Liam was his friend, which was how he'd gotten me a date such short notice in the first place, but Liam was so uninterested in anyone but himself that he rarely surrounded himself with Lewis's work.

I allowed this man to link his arm with mine, walking him down the strip and through the middle of all of the motor homes, trying to ignore the prying eyes in the sea of busying mechanics.

'It's packed.' He said, stating obvious.

'Fans are piling in, it's the first day of the season that the tracks open to the public.' I responded.

He nodded.

It was so frustrating because he wasn't unattractive in the slightest. Liam was good looking, and had the potential to be perfect, but he was so boring.

He was more of a poster boy than anything else.

'And this is the Ferrari garage.' I said, swinging my arm towards it.

We didn't go inside, for obvious reasons, but I could see the red jacket of the man I was most scared to see through the window.

I saw Carlos nudge him, and he span to face me, looking at me through the window, his gaze falling on my linked arm with the man I was standing besides.

Before, he was leaning over his car, looking inside. Now, he was leaning against it, his helmet lazily hanging at his side as he watched.

'Are they mechanics?' Liam asked.

'Yeah. They're mechanics.' I responded, trying to hide my laugh.

It must've looked like he'd said something funny, as Charles's eyebrows knotted into an even tighter frown.

'We should get outta here, go somewhere where we haven't got any eyes on us.' He said, moving his hand from my arm to my waist.