Escaping

Chapter 18: Future

Charles' qualifying starts in a few minutes, but i'll not be able to wish him luck, because i've been called to meet Anna, and i woke up too late to see him before. I quickly arrive and she greets me a little warmer than two days ago. We sit on a table and she explains to me that they decided someone will be assigned to me to manage my social media until i can do it myself.

-I don't understand, i don't have any social media.

-You will. We're gonna create you a instagram account. Don't worry, you will not have to post your face, or any personal information.

-What's the point? I don't really get what me having social media will change anything.

-As soon as the public will learn about you, accounts will be created, some saying it's fan accounts, some not. The whole point in to not have anyone pretend to be you.

-And how people will know i'm the original one?

-Charles gonna follow you on instagram.

-I see. I'm okay with all that.

-Great. It's all done then. I'll have someone reach out to you soon, so you can create the ig account.

She gets up and starts leaving, but when she arrive to the door, she stops, and starts talking without turning around to face me.

-I'm sorry, by the way.

-What for?

-That we can't protect you. It's not our job. We can't afford to protect so much someone that is not one of our drivers.

-It's okay. I don't expect you to do it.

She pauses for a seconde.

-Charles chose you well.

She says and directly leave the room. I'm quite surprised she said something like that, as i thought she didn't like me. But i feel like she might be one of the person i can really trust here. That maybe stupid, but i like her. 

Qualifying just finished and i had the chance to see Charles quickly before he attended his meetings. Charles really performed today, since he qualifyed P2, and he looked so happy about it, it melted my heart. I know it means something special for ferrari's drivers to have good results in Italy. It didn't go as good for Carlos though, because he crashed in Q2, and his car might not be repared for tomorrow's race. I decided to stay with him for a while, since everyone is celebrating Charles position. I can clearly see he's dying to ask me something while we talk, sitting on the floor in the paddock.

-I can see it in your eyes you know. I start laughing. That you wanna know something.

-I know you're not gonna say anything, so there's no point. He answers.

-You can try.

He thinks for a while.

-I mean, two of my closest friends are practically dating , and i know nothing about how it happened. He says, faking to be hurt.

-Okay, so what you really want is gossip. I laugh.

-Exactly.

-Why didn't you ask Charles?

-He wouldn't tell me. Saying he's not sure you're confortable telling this.

-Actually, if you don't go tell everyone, i don't mind telling you.

-Really?! Tell me everything then!

He looks like an excited child, and it makes me laugh even harder. I start telling the story about how i found out he liked me, and then how we kissed in Miami.