𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃, charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤, charles

❝ in a world of boys, he's a gentleman. ❞
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Maisie. Maisie Mikati.

I think that's the prettiest name I've ever heard. Maisie Mikati. The way she says it. The way her eyes shine when she says it. The way her smile grows wide when she pronounces it.

Maisie's such a pretty name. I googled it, it means pearl. I really want to give her a pearl necklace now.

I didn't even know the last name Mikati existed. I've heard of the first three letters MIK in F2. I just never assumed it was Mikati.

Everyone was saying how much potential she had yet there was a lot of hate towards the last name Mikati, for being a woman mostly. I actually had no idea she was a girl until she got second in the championship.

The second she entered those doors I've just been daydreaming since. Obviously, I had googled her before, wanting to find out more about the first F1 woman driver in this decade who'd also be a competitor for the season.

There's something different between googling someone and seeing them in real life. Of course seeing a few pictures of her in the media got me thinking that she was pretty hot. Seeing her in in real life? She just looks like an angel sent from heaven.

It's not just her looks. It's her. Her smile, her humor, her voice, her laugh, I could go on and on... The way her cheeks turn into that light pink color when she feels embarrassed or charmed has me blushing on my own.

Her voice mesmerizes me. I could repeat every word she's said in the meeting just due to the way she expresses herself.

The ribbon she wears in her hair is beautiful. I've also noticed she wears one in most of the pictures I've seen. She must like them a lot.

Her laugh is the most precious thing of them all. It is by far the funniest thing I have ever heard. While she laughs quietly and politely when she wants to, she full out bursts out laughing when someone says something really funny. It's not modest at all, she sounds like a dying pig. But I still love it.

And everything I've just said is completely irrelevant and going to get me in trouble. I'm trying my best not to think about her.

The meeting ended a good five hours ago. I got lunch, went to the gym, showered and got back home by that time. And she was still on my mind.

I've never had a woman on my mind this way. I've liked girls, been in relationships. However, they've never been stuck on my mind all day, not getting out of it when I really need them to.

Out of everyone out there, I just had to fall for a team rival who I just met and could never get.

I'm laying on my bed, starring at my ceiling, crying to myself. It's a weird feeling. Falling so hard for someone you've just met and has given you barely any attention. But I feel like she's been sent for me.

My phone starts ringing, snapping me out of my thoughts. I sigh closing my eyes for a second before opening them again and lay my hand out to grab the phone from the other side of the table.

I forget to read the name first before answering, "Hello?" I talk. My voice is pretty low and exasperated.

"Hi sweetie." I recognize my mother's voice immediately. It's the same voice who'd wake me up everyday at the earliest hour known for human for school. I'll never be able to forget that voice.