Restricted Love- Charles Leclerc

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Thursday, June 10th, 2021, Montréal, Canada

I was meeting my best friend, Leila in a coffee shop.  I was walking, looking at my phone when i collided with someone and felt hot liquid go down my white shirt. When i turned around to look for the culprit, a guy with brown hair was looking at me.

"Mais putain tu peux pas regarder ou tu va? C'est pas compliquée il me semble (Fuck can't you just look where you're going? It's not that complicated)" I screamed at him.

" Oh mon dieu je suis vraiment désolée, je suis a la boure, y'a quelque chose que je peux faire pour me faire pardonner? ( Oh my god I'm so sorry, I'm running really late can i do something to excuse myself?)"

" Ben ouais tu peut aller chier c'est ça que tu peut faire (yeah you can fuck off that's what you can do)"

"Uh yeah, I'm really sorry"

I started walking when I felt him grab my wrist.

"Quoi? (What?)" I spitted at him

"J'ai un chandail dans mon sac si tu veux ( I have a shirt in my bag if you want it)"

"Fine"

He took something out of his bag, it was a red t-shirt with the Ferrari logo on it, I laughed seeing it.

"What?" He said confused

" Grand fan de Ferrari huh? (Big fan of Ferrari huh?)"

He laughed "Yeah you can say that, anyway like i said: je suis a la boure so I need to go (I'm running late)"

"Alright, thanks for the shirt"

He smiled at me and started running. I guess he really was running late. I walked a couple more minutes and arrived at the coffee, I saw Leila, she laughed at me when she saw my shirt.

" Shut up, I'm going to go change I'll explain after"

I changed in the bathroom and sat in front of her at the table.

"So, spill" She said looking at me straight in the eyes

"Alright, I was walking to come here and i was looking at my phone, which I will say, was a little dumb but anyway. I was walking and someone bumped into me and I felt something hot on my chest and i looked down and it was coffee. So I turned around and the guy was looking at me with a panicked look on his face. After I kinda screamed at him and he said he had a shirt in his bag and he gave it to me. And there we are"

"Wow, well that's a nice shirt. Was he a Ferrari fan?"

"Probably but I don't know he looked really familiar but I don't know why"

"Meh, guess it's not really important than, otherwise, excited for the Grand Prix this weekend?"

" Come on, of course I'm excited for it, all of the drivers are coming in our city, like we could be walking in the street and we could see like Pierre Gasly"

"Imagine it happens! I think I would pass out" She said

I laughed "Same"

"Are you going to go watch it with Louis like every year?" Leila asked

"Yeah I am, I really hope Ferrari wins this years, they need one"

"I agree on that one, imagine the Italians with who you sit every year how they would go crazy if Ferrari wins"

"Oh gosh we would never hear the end of it"

She laughed and I smiled at her. We talked a bit while finishing our coffees and then we went both to our home. I took the subway like I didn't own a car yet. I arrived home and decided to start planing my outfit for the race. I chose a pair of blue jeans with a white top, red shoes and a Ferrari hat.