Ice and asphalt [Charles Leclerc]

18.

A couple of days passed, and I had talked to Pierre on the phone. He was just heartbroken by it all. He and Antoine were coming to Monaco; Charles had arranged for them to meet to show support to Pierre in this whole situation. I will meet Pierre and Antoine first at the atelier before they go to Charles's apartment to spend the day together. Obviously, I'm not going to spend the day with them as Charles is there, but also Chloe is coming over today, so I will be spending it with her as I will try to make up for the friendship I ruined during my mania last year. as they arive at the altelier we exange hugs, and i try to comfort pierre who still seems to be hurt by the whole redbull situation. "I'm sorry, Pierre," is all I can get out as we've talked about it all already on the phone. "It's not your fault, Louise," he says as he tries to give me a smile as we walk towards the room where all the paintings are. "Which one is yours?" Antoine asks as he looks at all the paintings. "Well, it's obviously that one," Pierre says as he indeed points at my painting. I've laid down the base and the big lines and can start on the hardest part, which is the detailing. I nod, acknowledging their comments, but my mind is preoccupied with thoughts of Pierre and his situation. It's heartbreaking to see him like this, and I wish there was more I could do to help. As they admire my painting, I can't help but feel a pang of guilt for not being there for Pierre when he needed me the most. We eventually broach the topic of Pierre's abrupt move from Red Bull to Toro Rosso, and Antoine, in his usual wise manner, sums it all up with insightful words. "You know, Pierre, you just enjoy your vacation you're about to have with Charles and your girlfriends. And when it's time to race again, you just prove them wrong. Show them what they've lost, because it's their loss, not yours." I nod in agreement, finding comfort in Antoine's words. Despite the uncertainty ahead, there's a sense of resilience and determination in Pierre's demeanor. He's not one to back down from a challenge, and I have no doubt that he'll emerge from this setback stronger than ever. As we continue to discuss plans for the future, I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the gloom.

As Pierre and Antoine bid farewell, heading off to Charles's apartment for their gathering, I make my way to the quaint little restaurant where I've arranged to meet Chloe. Walking through the familiar streets of Monaco, my mind is still filled with thoughts of Pierre's situation and the support he's receiving from his friends. When I arrive at the restaurant, Chloe is already there, sitting at a table outside. She waves enthusiastically as she spots me, and I can't help but smile at her infectious energy. I feel a sense of relief wash over me as Chloe warmly embraces me in a hug. Sitting down opposite her at our table on the terrace overlooking the sea, I can't help but feel grateful for her understanding and acceptance. Her polite smile and genuine demeanor put me at ease, reminding me of why she's been my best friend for so long. "How are you?" I inquire, genuinely interested in hearing about her life since we last spoke. Chloe's response is filled with positivity, but her kindness extends beyond mere words. "I'm doing well, thank you," she replies, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. "Just staying busy with skating and catching up with friends. But enough about me, how have you been?" As she interrupts my attempt to apologize for my past behavior, I'm reminded once again of her unwavering support and understanding. "Lou, you don't have to apologize or give me a reason," she reassures me, her eyes reflecting sincerity. "I'm sure the reason is pretty valid. All I want is just my best friend back." Her words resonate deeply within me, melting away any lingering guilt or apprehension I may have felt. With Chloe, there's no need for explanations or justifications; she accepts me for who I am, flaws and all. It's a comforting thought, knowing that our friendship can withstand even the toughest of challenges. "I would like that very much," I reply, returning her smile with genuine warmth. In that moment, as we sit together in comfortable silence, I'm reminded of the bond we share—one that transcends words and withstands the test of time. Our conversation continues effortlessly as we place our orders with the waiter, the sound of laughter and the gentle breeze off the sea creating a tranquil atmosphere around us. "It's so good to have you back, Lou," Chloe says, her eyes reflecting genuine happiness. "I've missed our chats and laughs." "I've missed them too," I admit, feeling a weight lifting off my shoulders. "And I promise, no more disappearing acts."