The bet | Charles Leclerc

• Four •

Saturday

"A bet?" Leclerc repeats, his expression even more surprised now. "On what?" He asks, narrowing his eyes slightly as he laughs gently.

I fight back a grin, smiling widely as I nod my head at him. Nerves roam through my stomach, but I keep my head held high, a smile on my lips.

"On whether you win tomorrow" I answer, fully committing to the idea I came up with only a minute ago. "We each get to chose what we win, if we end up being right" I explain simply, already scared for Leclerc's answer.

He stares at me for a moment, eyes wondering and considering. And then he grins. "Sure" He replies with a light laugh, his dimples shining at me.

Relief immediately crashes over me. Then realization kicks in. He said yes. He said yes to the fucking bet.
I haven't even thought about what I want to win..

"Do you want to start?" I ask, unable to force away the grin that coats my lips. Leclerc hesitates for a moment, narrowing his eyes at me, as he studies my face carefully.

"I'll let you get the honor" He answers with a wide smile. Fuck, now I really gotta come up with something on the spot.

I grin to myself. I've got an idea.

"As you please" I respond, making sure I'm holding my microphone up high enough. "Well, I'll bet on that you don't win tomorrow." I say confidently, closely watching Leclerc's reaction.

His lips part, shock written over his face. But then he breaks into laughter, shaking his head as he acts offended over my guess. I can't help but laugh with him. Maybe that was ruthless of me, but after all I'd like to win the bet.

"And if I end up being correct, you have to do an interview, where you meet one of your younger fans who usually doesn't have the opportunity to go to races" I say, knowing he'll have to agree no matter what.

It's a win-win on both sides.

Leclerc smiles, nodding. "Sure" He says, pausing for a moment. "Well, I'll bet on that I do win" He starts, smiling smugly at me, as he chuckles to himself.

"And if I win, you have to do a lap around the track with me."

My heart beats uncontrollably. He suggested that I should do something with him. Immediately I smile wider than ever, my cheeks eventually aching.

I put out my hand for him. "Deal?" I say, offering him a handshake to settle it.

We both smile from ear to ear, "Deal." Leclerc answers happily, taking my hand inside his, an electricity like feeling, running through my body as we touch.

He gives me a firm handshake as we both giggle quietly.

As he starts to move over to the next journalist, and I slightly calm down, gettting ready for my interview with Sainz, Richard suddenly pulls me away.

His eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open. "Isa!?" He says in a whisper shout, looking at me like I'm insane. I furrow my brows at him.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Sweetheart, you're a genius. " He simply says, his eyes still wide with a mix of shock and joy.