Moth To A Flame // Lando Norris\Charles Leclerc

three

We arrived to the party at around 11pm, as we walked in we were immediately handed glasses of champagne. This was still probably my favourite thing about attending parties, that and the bubbly atmosphere that the drink provided.

Not long after we got settled into a booth, Lando was pulled away from me by Max. He promised he'd take care of him and have him back soon which made me giggle. I stayed sat down, drinking my Champagne and observing everyone's actions. After a few minutes, Carlos came and sat besides me

"Hey, you okay?" He asked

I nodded
"and yourself?"

"well, as good as can be after todays race" he laughed a little "just wanted to apologise if i confused you earlier, i thought i recognised your bracelet from somewhere but i got it wrong, i feel very stupid"

"were you accusing me of stealing it" i put my hand on my chest and pulled a face of mock horror. he laughed

"of course not" he raised his glass to me "to beautiful jewels, that you didn't steal"

"I guess i can cheers to that" I grinned, clinking his glass.

"how's Lando, i haven't had time to see him since the race"

"he's ecstatic as i'm sure you can tell" I pointed to the man dancing happily with a few drivers and other friends.

"shall we go dance with him?" he asked, holding his hand out for me. I pulled a face at him which made him laugh "come on, don't be a spoil sport"

I downed what was left of my Champagne
"what the hell, fine" i giggled back, taking his hand.

The pair of us joined the people on the dance floor, Lando grabbed my from Carlos upon seeing us and gave me a hug.

"who knew that all we needed to get you on the dance floor was Carlos?" He laughed, kissing my cheek.

Hours passed, of more drinking and dancing. Probably my worst habit was smoking after a drink., so i excused myself from Lando, who presumably knew where i was going - although he didn't agree with it he never tried to stop me, and stepped outside.

I lit a cigarette and lifted it to my lips, a hand fell on my shoulder
"that's a bad habit, amor"

I blew smoke into his face, laughing as i did so
"yet you always seem to love me more when i have one in my hand"

He took it from me and took a puff himself
"be quiet" he coughed slightly, so i took it back from him "when are you coming back to Monaco?"

"3 days, i have a nice break before Hungary and i actually have nothing to do before the Wednesday of the race" i replied "I have to wait for Lando to come too though, that's why i can't come sooner"

He sighed
"I miss having you around"

"you're drunk Charles" i replied, taking a long drag to hide my sigh "you always do this when you're drunk"

He put an arm around my waist
"my Juli"

I softened at his touch
"Charles someone will see"

He didn't move his hand, i looked down and moved aside out of his grip

"you're my Juli"

"no i'm not" I responded, feeling my eyes well up "you know i'm not Charles"

"I do. I know" he admitted, folding his arms over his body "but it's nice to pretend sometimes, isn't it"

It was almost as if he got a kick out of playing with my emotions, i felt as if he was wringing my heart out.

I threw what was left of my cigarette onto the floor and stomped it out. I wasn't going to let him ruin this night for me.
"I'm going back inside now Charles. Are you coming?"