Fan Boy | Charles Leclerc (ON BREAK)

Chapter 6: Ice Cream

♫ Steeeam - Shelly

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CHARLES' POV

I steal endless glances at her as I drive, and I swear her side profile was touched by the hands of God. She's staring out the window like she's never seen Paris before, and I find it more than adorable.

"Where are we going?" She asks as I see her turn to face me in my peripheral.

"Hm," I start. "Do you really want to know? Or would you prefer to keep it a surprise?"

"Tell me," she answers. "I'm too curious."

I chuckle. "Alright, pretty. We're going to the amusement park."

I can't see her reaction, but I hear a smile in her response.

"I love amusement parks!" She exclaims. "How did you know?"

"Well," I start, slowing the car down at a traffic light. "I went through your Instagram posts, and you posted a picture of you at one a couple months ago. Also, I listened to your two recent albums, and you had a song called 'Ferris Wheel', so I just took an educated guess."

She's gleaming, and my heart melts. "Wow, Charles. You're so perfect."

"No, you are," I blush. I can't deal with how she's making me feel at all. "I love your work, by the way."

"Thank you," she says sheepishly. "Would you like a signed copy?" She jokes.

"Honestly, I would love that," I say, as I accelerate. "Only if you let me gift you a signed helmet or something."

"Deal," she giggles.

I smile while shaking my head. We continue to talk until we get to our destination, chatting about ourselves, our careers and everything in between. I park at the VIP valet, making sure to tip the chauffeur before I come around to open the car for Julianna.

"Why, thank you," she grins as she takes my hand.

The chauffeur closes the door for us and I give him a final nod, handing my keys over to him.

"Not a problem, princess," I say.

"Gosh," she rolls her eyes playfully, adjusting her jacket. "Also valet parking? Fancy much,"

"Yeah, I can't park," I reply.

"Yeah, yeah," she thinks I'm joking.

"No, I really am bad at it," I rub the back of my neck as we approach the ticketing booth.

"But you're an F1 driver!" She turns to me, and I know it doesn't make any sense. "How can you be bad at parking?!"

"I don't know what went wrong either," I laugh earnestly.

I lean over the counter. "Two VVIP tickets booked under Charles Leclerc."

Julianna turns to me and mouths a slow 'wow' with a smile.

I chuckle and turn back to the attendant.

"Of course," she says with a smile. "Right here," she says and hands us two lanyards with special tags attached onto them.

"Thank you so much," I thank, and Julianna gives her a small nod and smile.

"I've never been a VIP at a theme park before," she tells, "let alone VVIP."