Bonjour ma chérie || Charles Leclerc

•Chapter 3•

°Maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two°

Diana woke up in a room she couldn't recognize. She saw her dress on the floor, and she immediately face-palmed herself. How could she ever do that? A one night stand? No, that was not her. She grabbed a t-shirt in order to cover her body since her lingerie was the only thing that she was wearing. She then got out of the room.

She walked down an aisle and saw a mirror. She thought she looked hideous and tried to brush her hair with her fingers. It did something, but there was a lot more than that.

She heard noises from a room nearby, so she walked towards it. She got to the kitchen where she saw the guy from the club making breakfast. And he was shirtless. She took a moment and stared at him. He was beautiful. She couldn't believe that she had hooked up with him.

She came back to earth and looked around.There were already some goodies on the table, like her favorite chocolate muffins, but he was making pancakes anyway.

"Bonjour ma chérie" he said, smiling.

Diana was still shocked, and her head was pounding a bit at this point. She looked around and saw a very modern living room which was combined with the kitchen. She spotted some Ferrari posters and helmets on the shelves. She thought he was a big ferrari fan and turned back to him.

"Bonjour," she replied and smiled. She knew French. She had taken that class in high school. It's been a while since she last used the language, though.

"Oh, you know French?" He said in shock.

"Kind of. I haven't spoken in years." She replied.

"Well, you can practice with me." He said, and he winked at her.

That made her smile without even realizing it. He served the pancakes and gave Diana her plate.

"Do you want some syrup?" He asked.

"If you don't mind." She said.

He added some syrup on both plates.

"Do you make breakfast for every girl that you have a one night stand with?"

"I'm not planning on letting that be just a one night stand, actually."

Diana could feel her cheeks burning and turning red. She was too embarrassed to say something, so she started eating.

"You did not tell me your name, you know," he said.

"Oh yes, you are right. I'm sorry. I'm Diana. And you are?"

"I'm Charles," he said and smiled.

"Nice to meet you then." She said and took a bite from the muffin.

"So you are not from Monaco, right? I haven't seen you around."

"Oh no, I'm not. I live in London. I'm here with my friends for spring break." Diana took a moment and looked at those helmets again."You really like Formula 1, don't you?"