LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

SEVENTY ONE

SEVENTY ONE

"I'll let you put makeup on me if you say that I'm the best."

Charles Leclerc smiled happily as he stood beside his love, Larissa. He hadn't yet asked her to be his girlfriend, but he was planning on doing that in the future, he just needed to plan it absolutely perfectly and make sure that she had the same feelings that he did.

"What if I say that Danny is the best? Huh? What would you say to that?"

Larissa Cohen laughed at the Monégasque driver, seeing his green eyes glistening in the sunlight as they sat on the grass, near to the paddock where they would be racing later in the day.

"I mean, that is factually correct, but I would still like you to say that I am the best. I like to be delusional when it comes to success." Charles laughed, his giggles making the Cohen girl that was beside him light up in to a bright and beaming smile.

"That's why you are at Sauber, no?" The Brazilian released a loud laugh at the unamused yet comical face that she received as the answer to her question from the Leclerc boy, squeezing her eyes shut momentarily.

"Sauber is practically the same as Toro Rosso, so I don't know what you are laughing about. We both choose to stay delusional to our problems." Charles lightly nudged her with his elbow, seeing her nod her head up and down a couple of times.

"My problems tend to get sorted because it's just one giant problem, and Zahra seems to sort him out by threatening him with a wooden spoon." Larissa pointed out, since most of her problems with Toro Rosso were actually just the same problem over and over again.

Franz Tost.

"Have you looked in to reporting him for how he has been treating you? It is still unbelievable that your diet was barely any food, he was putting your health at risk." Charles released a scoff of annoyance as he remembered finding out the news about her diet and exercise plan that her team boss had done for her.

"I'm working on it, Kimi and Lucy are helping me with it. They are trying to make me take it to the FIA."

"You go girl! Tell them everything, the sexism, the racism, the fact that the guy from Mercedes ripped his trousers just now..."

Zahra Bailey interrupted the pair abruptly, taking a seat on the grass between the two of them, having heard a lot of the conversation.

"The guy from Mercedes?" Charles frowned in confusion.

"She means Toto." Larissa informed the boy, seeing his face fill with humor once again.

"Yeah, he was chasing after Roscoe and went to pick him up, and the next thing that I know, I'm seeing his ass." Zahra cackled, making the two of her favorite people beside her laugh along with her. "Which, you know is so weird, considering the fact that he is practically my dad at this point. I had to cover my eyes."

"It could be worse! When I was a kid, I once walked in on my parents 'making love' as they called it. I'd rather see Toto's ass than what I saw, any day of the week!" The Cohen girl grimaced as she remembered the horror that had scarred her young brain.