The thrill of reaching the pinnacle of motorsport had led me to Formula One, a journey that brought me to the Red Bull Racing team. As I stepped into the paddock on my first practice session, my heart raced with a mixture of nerves and excitement. The weight of my helmet felt reassuring, like armor against the sea of emotions swirling within me.
The paddock was alive with a vibrant energy, each team focused on preparing their cars for battle. In the midst of this organized chaos, I was introduced to my new team - the engineers, the mechanics, the individuals who would become my support system within this whirlwind world. The sense of kinship was palpable, a shared passion that bridged the gap between strangers.
Lunch was a whirlwind of introductions, names, and faces that blurred together in my mind. Amidst the sea of new acquaintances, there was an underlying sense of belonging that eased my nerves. After the meal, I decided to take a walk around the bustling paddock, soaking in the atmosphere that was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.
And then, as I rounded a corner, fate intervened. My distracted footsteps collided with someone else's, causing a cap to tumble from their grasp. It was a red Ferrari cap, and my reflexes kicked in as I bent down to pick it up. "Oh my god, I'm so sorr-" I exclaimed, words tumbling out in a rush.
My apology came to an abrupt halt as my eyes met a pair of unmistakably green orbs. Time seemed to slow, the bustling paddock fading into the background. The world narrowed until all I could see were those eyes, like twin emeralds that held a universe of memories and emotions.
The silence between us was both poignant and heavy, the only sound the rapid rhythm of my own heart, as if it was trying to break free from my chest. Memories of shared laughter and a past that refused to fade surged to the forefront of my mind.
In that suspended moment, it was as if the weight of the years that had passed between us vanished.
As reality reasserted itself, I found my voice again, though it felt distant and detached. "Charles..."
A half-smile tugged at Charles' lips, a blend of surprise and nostalgia dancing in his gaze. "Kiara," he replied, his voice holding a warmth that stirred up memories I had long tucked away.
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lovespeed • charles leclerc
Fanfictionin the world of formula one, kiara de vera and charles leclerc share a love as mysterious as the racetrack at night. but destiny's twists force them onto divergent paths. can their hearts find their way back to each other, defying the enigmatic forc...
