i miss you, i'm sorry / C.L.

Do you remember happy together?

Summer night parties in Monaco. The summer hits, the night's hot breeze, the club lights, and most importantly, the beautiful people.

Rose, Jocelyn, and Nash had come to the party. They were drinking and having fun as they talked loudly, their words getting slurry as the drinks kept going around.

"Take another shot with me, come on." Nash looked at Jo and she shook her head laughing.

"I'm done doing shots." She laughed.

"Come on, pleaseeee." Nash begged, grabbing her hands softly.

"Fine." Jo rolled her eyes and Nash squeezed her hands smiling.

"At the count of three." Rose spoke.

"Three!" Nash yelled and they both took their shot.

They grimaced at the strong taste. They looked at each other and they bursted out laughing.

"I was doing the counting." Rose hit Nash's arm and he chuckled.

"I'm sorry Rosy-Rose." He pouted and Rose rolled her eyes.

"Don't call me that ever again." She raised her finger and Nash raised his hands in fake surrender.

"Gosh, I hate shots." Jo put her hands on her hips as she kept trying to process that shot.

"Come on Jojo, don't you like parties?" He teased her.

"I like parties, I don't like shots." She replied.

"Shots set the mood." Nash extended his hands. "The dancing mood." He grabbed Jo's hand and spun her around as she chuckled.

Suddenly, they heard loud chatter. The three friends turned their heads to try and figure out what was going on. They soon saw what everyone was looking at...who.

Charles Leclerc had just walked in followed by Joris and his personal trainer, Andrea. Jo couldn't help but stare at him as he made his way towards the bar.

His eyes crinkled as he laughed when Andrea made a silly joke. The club lights reflecting on his eyes as Jo's eyes analyzed every single one of his features.

She had seen him on TV a few times but he looked even better in person.

"What's the deal with him?" Nash asked as he took a sip of his drink and pulled out a cigarette.

"What's the deal with him? He's Charles Leclerc." Rose informed him as if he didn't know about the infamous star driver.

"I know who he is." Nash put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it up. "But what's so special about him?" He asked blowing out smoke and Rose rolled her eyes.

Jo kept staring at Charles as he ordered a drink, she tried reading his lips.

"He's an F1 driver, he's rich and extremely good looking." Rose raised three fingers, naming each point. "Right Jo?"

Just as Rose let out her question, Charles felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned around and panic invaded Jo as he saw him look at her direction. She quickly turned around, rejoining the ongoing conversation and trying to act as she wasn't shamelessly staring at Leclerc.

"Huh?" She asked not aware of the conversation going on between her friends.

"That Charles Leclerc is insanely good looking." Rose spoke and Jo took a deep breath.

"He's definitely pleasant to the sight." She chuckled softly and Rose chuckled.

"See?" She looked at Nash, trying to prove her point to him.