Perfect Disaster-Charles Leclerc

nine

"Where have you been?"

I look at Carlos's dark eyes and smile

"I was watching the Box"

Ale, the mechanic I bumped into a few moments earlier looks at me and I open my eyes wide and reify my sentence to Carlos

"Charles was explaining some functions to me" he opens his eyes wide at this point, surprised

"you can't stand it" I straighten my back

"but I love the sport, so any explanation is accepted" he smiles and lowers his head

"you're amazing"

he makes to get into the car, but turns back he hugs me tightly and gets into the car to check the set up. I see Lau in front of the garage exit and shyly make way for her

"You and I need to talk"

I exclaim shocking my friend, she opens her eyes wide, but someone's voice rescues me

"April!" Max, I take a breath of relief and turn towards him, he runs towards me and meanwhile I feel a strange feeling, someone is staring at me, I'm pretty sure it's Carlos, but that cold feeling that makes me feel out of place only one person has it.

"Are you connected?"

Max's voice wakes me up, his hand rests on my arm and that warm touch makes me relax, I was in a bubble, never wanting to burst completely. I've never been strong, usually people's words get under my skin like tattoos, instead I answer him, I challenge him. Simply, perhaps, I got tired of that kind of guy who puts himself in front of everything, cocky. He looks so much like Niccolo and yet he is totally different. Max calls me back again and this time he takes a step towards me, shielding me from the sun's rays on my face, I thank Carlos's little hat for shielding me from the sun. I seek his eyes almost desperately, to get rid of the thought of Leclerc. I smile at him and his dimples appear for a moment, as they did for Leclerc earlier when he had asked me if it hurt, stretched his lips or perhaps sighed in surrender. Max's dimples are less deep but equally beautiful

"hey" I whisper without a reason, he moves his bonnet a little higher

"hello to you too, you haven't spoken to me since last night..." I look up suddenly at him and straighten up again, a shiver of adrenaline runs through my body, fear flows

"I answered you this morning, you were a great wake up call. I didn't go through redbull because I met Carlos straight away and wanted to avoid the reporters"

I barely smile and seek his understanding, but I find his strangeness

 "I didn't get it"

 I grab my phone quickly and open the chat and turn the phone over, he smiles at me again, he calms down 

"beautiful, you didn't send it"

 I open my eyes wide and turn the phone back to me

 "oh fuck, that shower didn't wake me up"