Game On || C.L.16

3.4

I drag my carry-on through the Bologna airport. The airport very familiar to me, as I went to visit Pierre many times in Italy. I often times flew to this airport as well.

I can't help but noticing the people noticing me. However non of them come up to me while making my way to the taxi strip. One of the Ferrari chauffeurs should be there to pick me up. Hopefully alongside Isa.

I have met Isa a few times before when in the paddock with Pierre, and we seemed to connect quite well. I scan the area, my eyes quickly landing on the familiar girl, a smile appearing on her face as she sees me.

"Amelie! I'm so happy to see you again." Isa says brightly while engulfing me in a tight hug.

"I'm happy to be here. Neither of you have said anything to Charles, have you?"

"No, no of course not." She says smiling brightly, guiding me to the car that'll take me to the Ferrari headquarters in Maranello. "But you must tell me what is going on between you two. Because he didn't want to let anything out."

"Yes, of course I will. Let's get in the car first. Don't want any fangirls accidentally overhearing whatever gossip they think we've got." I chuckle, dragging the carry-on with me.

We both climb into, what I find out, is Isa's car. The Spanish girl clearly determined to pick me up on my own. As she drives onto the road towards Maranello she ask me the same question she had asked me on the airport. "So what's going on between you and Charles?"

I can't help but let a smile appear on my face. "I guess we're together." I say softly, knowing more questions will follow.

"Wait what? The guy hated your guts before last season ended!"

"I guess that's what 2 weeks of training together can do for you." I tell Isa fumbling with my hands. Not really sure what more I've got to say, and feeling slightly anxious in sharing more. "But anyways what's going on between you and Carlos?" I can see the smile fade slightly from Isa's face. "Oh Is, what's wrong?"

Isa swallows hard, uncertainty in her expression. "I don't know, we're not really in the bestest place right now."

"You want to talk about it?" I offer, maybe it can give her the answers she craves.

"I'd much rather talk about you and a certain Monegasque." She says shifting the subject again. "Or how you've seemlessly seemed to have gotten a steady player in the PSG starting XI."

"I know right, I had never expected it to go this smoothly. But oh my gosh, next week is the announcement of the French team, last national team break before the World Cup. And I'm nervous as hell, I want to be in it so badly."

"Your the only French right back consistently starting since winter break. Yes I've kept up to date. You'll be in it. And girl, I'll be here celebrating with you if you make it. Because you deserve a spot in this team." Isa say, driving onto the Ferrari parkinglot.

A lot of tifosi already here, as Ferrari is doing a shakedown during their car reveal. I just hope we can get inside without being spotted. Charles and I having decided that we'd like to keep our relationship a secret for the outside world. I would not like more rumours starting already.

Luckily for me, Isa parks near the back of the building. Next to what I recognize as one of Charles's cars. "There's a back entrance here. I thought you might prefer that over the main entrance."

"It's like you can read my mind." I say smiling, following her towards a door. Isa swiping a key card to open it and let us in.

Isa leads the way through the enormous building. I would definitely have gotten lost here if I needed to navigate the building myself. The early flight I took this morning, makes it about lunch time as we navigate the hallways. Isa determined to bring us to the cafeteria where Carlos had told her they'd be.