"Do you know where we store milk?" the boy's head was practically inside the fridge.
"I'm lactose intolerant, Cha. I don't know where you store milk" across the room, on the couch, she was working on her computer.
"Damn, I wanted to drink milk, I don't want to go to the supermarket" the boy closed both fridge doors.
"I told you, you have to write a shopping list before you go to the supermarket, otherwise you forget what you need" from behind the couch, the boy made strange faces, as if to tease her, but in reality he knew she was right, so he didn't answer her.
"I don't feel like milk anymore," he said after a while, heading for the room.
"Alright," she replied, not taking her eyes off the screen for a second.
He walked past her, while she was sitting on the couch and distracted by her work, and tousled her hair quickly.
"Charles!!!" she shouted, pulling herself together.
"I can't hear you! I have headphones on!" he said jogging back to his room and smiling, disappearing from Y/n's view.
Y/n had been living in that flat in Monaco for about a year. She was there to pursue a Master's degree in Business Administration at the University of Monaco and life there was expensive for her. For this reason, she had decided to look for a flat to share with someone, no matter whether a boy or a girl lived there. Y/n only needed a decent place to sleep, so she had asked a friend of her father's who had lived in Monte Carlo for many years if he knew anyone willing to share a flat with her.
After a few days of calls, her father's friend had found a flat. It belonged to a guy, he said, but he would hardly ever be there during the year, only for few weeks, in the summer and over Christmas.
"As soon as I offered it to him, he accepted immediately. He's a nice guy, you know. He also said that you don't have to pay him rent, that you can stay there as long as you need to, the important thing is that you don't party or destroy the house," his father's friend told Y/n.
Y/n could not believe it, she could go to Monte Carlo to continue her studies, a master's degree there would mean so much for her career. That boy had just changed her life.
"What's his name?" asked Y/n
"His name is Charles."
When she arrived at the flat, Charles was not there and would not be there for several weeks, as her father's friend had announced to her, but one day Y/n was coming back from class, she was tired and it was getting very late. When she put down her books on the kitchen table she saw an open can of Coke. She had not left it, she was more than certain. She had a shiver down her spine when she heard a noise coming from a bedroom. She picked up the thickest and heaviest book and slowly approached the room, which was slightly open. She grasped the handle and threw open the door.
She let out a scream. In front of her stood a boy, light brown hair, blue eyes, no shirt, or at least, he was taking it off when Y/n entered.
"No no no! Calm down, calm down" he said, bringing his hands up. "I'm Charles, I rented you the flat! On second thought, maybe I should have told you I was coming back today."
Y/n merely nodded.
From there on, Y/n and Charles had gotten to know each other and so she found out that her roommate was actually a Formula 1 driver, who drove for Ferrari and was around the world all year round.
For what little time the two shared a flat, they got on very well together. He was always kind and helpful to her and gradually they even started writing to each other from time to time while he was away. They were always messages about the house, although sometimes they asked each other how they were doing, if one of them was sick (he practically never, but she very often) the other would worry.
Once Charles had also invited her to the paddock together with her father and her father's friend, the man who had procured Charles' flat for her. It had been a wonderful experience for Y/n, even though she didn't know much about cars and engines.
In short, over the course of the months, Y/n had developed quite a crush on Charles Leclerc.
Their relationship was quite ambiguous, tho. They both liked to fool around on a physical level, they often tickled each other, they pushed each other, they hugged each other, he often put his arm around her neck, but nothing actually happened. They had never kissed or anything more intimate. However, y/n felt a strong attraction for him and this strange relationship between them was not good for her sanity.
