𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃, charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚, charles

❝ i became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes. ❞
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Once I'm sure she's no longer looking at me, I sprint to my car to get it into the garage and grab the food.

I immediately park my car, not really caring how it looks like, unlike usually when I take my time parking it smoothly and slowly.

I grab the take out bag from the passenger next to me along with the rest of my stuff and head upstairs to my apartment.

I'm running so fast to be able to make sure there isn't any underwear lying around. I unlock the door in a hurry, holding the take out bag with only my teeth and walk in.

I'm usually a pretty clean guy but I'd just like to make sure incase any of my siblings on their last visit haven't messed the place up.

I do a quick turn of the house but it seems perfectly cleaned. I head back to the living room where I placed the food and get it ready.

I open up the bag and giggle to myself at the amount of food they gave me. Two burgers, a box of like twenty nuggets, some kind of sandwich, mozzarella sticks and of course, classic, the biggest box of fries in Monaco accompanied by two different drinks.

I have to get it in my head that this isn't a date of any kind. It's just two new neighbors getting to know each other.

As I bring some plates out of the kitchen drawer, the doorbell rings. I can feel my heart getting heavier in my chest at just the thought of her presence.

I run to the dining room, throw the plates and go to open the door in a hurry.

Opening the door has never felt as satisfying as today. "Hello again." She shyly smiles when I open the door.

"Hi." I can barely speak as I admire her.

The clip that was holding her hair up while we were moving the boxes is no longer present. She also removed her make up, showing the fact that she has the cutest freckles all across her nose and cheeks.

My gaze fixed on her, unable to move, I blurt, "You have freckles."

"Oh yeah." She doesn't seem to take it as a compliment. "Just ignore them." She covers her face with her hands moving them around as if to erase them. She's also ignoring eye contact, embarrassed by her features.

I know I probably shouldn't say this, I shouldn't have said anything in the first place but I still am. "No. No, I think they're beautiful."

She looks back up at me, unsure of my words. "Let's just eat." Who hurt this girl for her to be so insecure about one of the most beautiful things about her? She's even more beautiful without make up. I should probably sneak into her house one night and just throw away all her products because right now, I'm staring at the single most astonishing human ever.

"I have freckles too." I tell her, not wanting her to feel bad. I can't screw this up on our first hang out. "You can't really see them though, basically invisible. Yours are exceptional."

She's staring up at me more carefully now, admiring my freckles. I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks when I acknowledge the fact that she's admiring my features. "They're really pretty." She almost whispers when she notices them.

"Not as much as yours." I stare back at her freckles. I just want to spend the rest of my night, counting each one with my hands while she looks at me with her big brown eyes.

We're both quiet now, both staring at each other's freckles. That's funny, I never thought I'd be staring at a woman's freckles with such devotion.

Slowly, my gaze drops a little further down to her lips. Her lips possess a natural, soft allure and their subtle, rosy hue complement her gentle smile.