Perfect Disaster-Charles Leclerc

twenty seven

The restaurant that Charles chose is the most beautiful I have ever seen in Hungary, if beauty could have a place it would be this one. Beauty would be him, Plato thought that beauty was part of the eros of love. Knowledge of it led to love. If anyone has a copy in the hyperuranium that is less perfect than the real one it is him tonight, having dinner with me. It's the usual Charles, but always with his arrogance that makes itself felt from time to time 

"I'm not saying that I'm the best at cooking, but that only a starred chef beats me"

 I had remained serious up to that moment, but I burst out laughing and put a hand in front of my mouth to restrain myself and he's the one laughing now 

"it's true! When you come to Monte Carlo, I will cook!" I offer him my hand and he grabs it firmly to make a deal and I am overwhelmed by the rush that is charles, that lighter on petrol. 

"I have to start preparation in earnest, I can't keep changing gyms on the weekends, I think this is my last one... start my season in September"

 it's early August and I know Steph Curry will hate me for it. But I've stayed in shape and done a great job during the weeks at St Francis. On my own because Laura decided, in total silence, to let me do it. I'm coping without my best friend and sometimes I just need a hug from her, but if it means meeting new people, discovering Lewis, and getting by on my own I'll do it. Sometimes you just have to throw down, let go and see where life takes you. 

"Ei it's forbidden to be thoughtful tonight "

I smile and only now I realise that he kept holding my hand the whole time and maybe that's why the excitement had no place in my body, not even for a second 

"did you know I couldn't dance?" He looks at me strangely and I smile slightly looking at his eyes in confusion 

"the winter dance, it's the fruit of years in carlos' holiday home, at the beach, in the sea, pool, everywhere. It is the fruit of work and labour. I didn't know how to dance and I barely know even now" she squeezes my hand and her dimples struggle to keep from showing 

"may I beg to differ? At the winter ball you sucked, but the other night..." I toss him my handkerchief 

"said the one sitting on the sidelines" I open my eyes wide after revealing that noticed detail and he instead settles back in his chair and leans towards me 

"and how do you know?" 

"the clock was bothering me that's why I was checking" when I think of all the time we wasted because of that clock I get sick

 "coming to that final of yours was torture" 

"you weren't the only one in hell" 

"hell no way, I at the winter pole was lost in the labyrinth of the Minotaur, that garden is huge. While one who cannot dance won an undeserved prize"

 I would have been the one lost in those gardens because I was also there looking for that red thread, Ariadne's thread had to be red like the love she felt. I wish he hadn't winked at me being a know-it-all and I wish he hadn't hurt my pride so many times that it hurt 

"I wish I had found you lost in there first" 

he pulls my hand a little and makes us both get up from the table, he makes my arms rest on his shoulders, I run a hand through his hair and rearrange it even though the wind had done a good job. 

"What are you doing?"

 "Dance with me," he makes my forehead rest against his. Our moment.

 "Light girl, so I call you home. My mother explained to me when I was little that all the swaggering toughness is used by those afraid of being weak, and maybe I felt so unarmed in front of you that it was the only, wrong, solution."