Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
We all met at the nearest bar to the hotel, every single driver was out, because it was a special occasion of course.

'Hey, are you okay? I heard you ran into Pierre in the hotel.' A familiar voice said from behind me, making me roll my eyes when I realised it was Arthur.

'I'm okay. I heard you ran into him too.'

'I wasn't going to let him go without saying goodbye.' He said, flashing me a smile.

'Pass me a drink.' I grumbled.

'I'm under strict instructions not to get you too drunk tonight.' He laughed.

'And under no circumstances am I going to let that happen, here.' Lewis laughed, coming up besides me and sliding me a drink.

'I feel like I've had so much weight lifted off of my shoulders now and I can finally do my job.' I explained, taking a sip of my drink, looking between my two friends.

'You can. What's the next video you'll be filming? We've not done a Marthur Thursday for a while.' Arthur explained.

'I know we've not, that's all of my comments on the last video though.' I laughed.

'Yeah, because he posted about it on his Instagram story the other day!' Lewis exclaimed.

'We'll do one on the flight tomorrow if we must.' I rolled my eyes.

'Deal.' He grinned.

'Mia!' Lando shouted, coming up behind me and placing both of his hands on my shoulder, ordering a few shots from the bartender.

'Are you already drunk Lando Norris?'

'I'm having a great time. Pierre gone, Danny a guaranteed seat for next year. I'm allowed to be drunk.' He responded.

'You're right. There's a lot to celebrate today.' I said, taking one of the shots from him and closing my eyes as I swallowed it, grimacing at the taste.

Max and Yuki came over, starting up conversation but eventually pulling the other two boys away from the bar, leaving me with Arthur again.

A man I didn't recognise appeared besides me, his arm on the edge of the bar, speaking to the bartender before turning to me.

'Hey, I'm Luke. I've not seen you around here before?' He said, introducing himself, holding out his hand to me.

'Mia. And no, we're just stopping off.' I responded, looking towards my fiancés brother who was looking at this man in amusement.

'Why so?'

'I work for McLaren, we're here for the Grand Prix, leaving in the morning.' I explained.

'No way! Mclaren? I'm with Ferrari!' He laughed.

'Oh, it's just, you said you'd not seen me around here before as if you lived here.' I said, in shock.

'Yeah, sorry, we've been here every night since we landed, that's all. Best club in town.' He laughed, nudging me.

I looked down the end of the bar, Charles was stood, leaning against the wall, staring at us both. It was giving me butterflies, but the look on his face told me that man would be fired by the morning if he didn't end the conversation now.

'Anyway, it was nice to meet you.' I said, trying to snip things in the bud quickly.

'Let me buy you a drink?' He asked.

'Arthur Leclerc, nice to meet you.' Arthur interrupted, leaning around me to hold out his hand.

'Oh, I'm sorry. Is this your boyfriend?' He asked, looking at him, slightly amused.