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June 8th 2024

ZAHRA NICHOLS

The Canadian Grand Prix was bustling, but my mind was focused on one thing: my post-qualifying interview with Charles. He had qualified P11, and I knew he would be disappointed. As I approached him, I could see the frustration on his face.

"Charles, not the best qualifying today. What happened out there?" I asked, holding the microphone steady.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, it wasn't great. We struggled with the balance of the car, and I couldn't get a clean lap. It's frustrating, but we'll try to make up for it in the race."

I nodded sympathetically. "I know you'll give it your all tomorrow. Thanks, Charles."

He gave a small smile. "Thanks, Zahra."

As the interview wrapped up, I signaled to Charles subtly, and we slipped away to a quiet, hidden area behind the paddock. The tension from earlier melted away as we were finally alone.

"Rough day, huh?" I said, leaning against a wall.

He nodded, stepping closer. "You could say that. But seeing you makes it better."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Charles."

He chuckled, his hand brushing against mine. "Is that so? Because I think I need a lot of flattery to get through today."

I grinned. "Oh, really? And what kind of flattery would that be?"

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "Well, you're the most beautiful distraction I've ever had."

I laughed softly, a blush creeping up my neck. "Smooth talker. Maybe you should be a journalist instead."

Charles' eyes twinkled with amusement. "Maybe I will, if it means I get to spend more time with you."

I bit my lip. "So, when are you gonna come over my room again?"

He leaned in even closer, his lips just a whisper away from mine. "Soon. I promise. I'll make sure no one sees me."

I smirked, pulling back slightly. "Good. I hate you. Don't be late."

He laughed softly, his eyes never leaving mine. "I won't be."

June 19th 2024

CHARLES LECLERC

Spain was hot, and the weekend ahead was even hotter with anticipation. After a long day, I received a text from Zahra with her hotel room number. My heart pounded with excitement as I made my way to her room.

I knocked softly, and the door opened to reveal Zahra, her eyes lighting up as she saw me. "Charles," she whispered, pulling me inside quickly.

I closed the door behind me, and before I knew it, our lips met in a passionate kiss. The world outside faded away as we lost ourselves in each other. Her hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer, and I felt her warmth against me.

I deepened the kiss, my hands sliding down her back as I pushed her gently against the door. Her breath hitched, and I could feel the rapid beat of her heart against my chest. She responded with equal passion, her fingers running through my hair and pulling me closer.