Il Predestinato | Charles Leclerc | Vol. 1 (🇬🇧)

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Icy

Baku, Azerbaijan
June 2022

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Meeting the eyes of the person you have been looking for in others for days is the best emotion ever. You look around, you observe everyone, waiting to find the right figure, even when you know you won't be able to see it.

The green of Charles' eyes was something never seen, almost a hidden color, which without getting closer you would not have been able to find. I wondered how many people had been able to understand and distinguish all the colors that existed inside.

He ran to meet me in the paddock, we hadn't been able to meet before at the hotel for my work chores regarding the car, we kissed without even talking first, not caring about anyone who could have judged us.

"God, how much I missed you." He whispered as he pulled away, resting both hands on either side of my face.

"You too, Charles." I smiled and hugged him. We looked like two kids who had been forbidden to see each other for a long time, by their parents. I took my hand and together we walked to the pits, meeting Lewis Hamilton.

"Man, is there anything you have to tell me? For example, on my friend?" I referred to the disappearance with Kyla on the evening after the race in Monte Carlo. My best friend had not deigned to tell me anything, dismissing me with a simple apology, on the fact that she did not remember it.

"I was too drunk, who knows..." He replied avoiding my and Charles' gaze, running away with other confused words a few moments later. I turned to my boyfriend and burst out laughing: "They don't tell the right story." I said, starting to walk again, heading for the Ferrari garage.

The three heats of free practice began and ended, almost without realizing it. The first four positions were always occupied by the drivers of my team and Red Bull, but Perez always remained in the lead.

In Saturday's qualifying there were several accidents, not serious, which caused some drivers' cars to end up against the barriers. In Q3 Leclerc seemed to transform, and since he couldn't even finish third, he did the best lap of the day, taking another pole of the championship. The Spaniard finished fourth and between the two drivers there was a one-two between Perez and Verstappen.

My boyfriend started first on Sunday, but he had a tire lock and took the next wide corner, leaving Checo the opportunity to take his first place.

Max aspired to Charles' position and began a tight series of attacks on him. Sainz, in the same way, tried to hit Verstappen.

We heard a worrying sound coming from the Hispanic's car through the headphones, a problem that we should not underestimate later, because it forced him to stop in the first free escape area.

A yellow flag was issued, followed only by a virtual safety car, all the cars on the track slowed down.

Charles is called to make a pit stop. The mechanics had problems inserting the tyre, slowing down even more a moment that could have saved them seconds. Verstappen took his position, he found himself almost ten seconds ahead of the number 16, closing in on the leader of the Baku Grand Prix.

Max passed Sergio Pérez, and both Red Bull drivers made a pit stop, leaving Charles first in front of everyone.

In the pit lane we breathed a sigh of relief, but our joy was shattered by a radio communication from the predestined: "There is an engine problem! Yes, it's the engine." He said worried about the car, that he had literally started smoking without stopping. This forced the only remaining Ferrari driver to retire.
 
At that exact moment, Max took the fastest lap, which had belonged to the Monegasque until a few moments earlier, becoming first himself and winning the race. 
In this way, he conquered his sixty-sixth career podium, thus becoming the Red Bull driver with the most successes, surpassing Sebastian Vettel's sixty-five.

Both drivers of the red car had stayed for the rest of the race watching it from the pits, and we engineers only had the thought of getting our hands on the cars and finding out what had happened.

After the awards ceremony I was surprised not to have met my friend Kyla, who was supposed to be around the paddock, when I wrote her a message she asked me to go to the Red Bull factory, strange, I notified Charles and set off.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you say you were going to join me during the race?" I asked when I was in front of her. Kyla made me envy her brown hair every time, it looked so soft and silky that when you touched it, it looked like a sheet requested and used only by the elite. 
On his head he had a cap similar to mine, but marked Pirelli, as if he wanted to camouflage himself.

"We're best friends, but I'm not your little dog." She replied jokingly, "I was just looking around, and here I found something that caught my attention." She continued smiling mockingly.

I asked her what it was, but she would not answer. I knew she had something in mind, but I couldn't understand why she was so mysterious.

My friend loosened her tongue and began to tell me about her day, but above all about the idea she had for her new article.
When the tasks at the racetrack were finished, my friend, the two Ferrari drivers and I headed to a nearby restaurant, where they had reserved an entire private room for us.

We ordered a good wine and the specials of the day, the atmosphere was light, I had thought that the two guys would be disconsolate and melancholic for the bad race, but with the rest of the engineering team we had found the cause of our countless engine problems and the emergency meeting immediately after the race had encouraging developments.

We ate with gusto and had a good laugh about Kyla's perfect imitation of Verstappen, whom he had met the afternoon after the awards ceremony.

After dinner, we accompanied the brunette to her hotel which was a stone's throw from the restaurant and then I, Carlos and Charles went back to the hotel to pick up our suitcases. We had eaten early with the intention of leaving for Monte Carlo the same evening, we would have had to undergo a twelve-hour flight. 

I said goodbye to Carlos inside the Uber, promising to feel as usual. The Monegasque and I quickly packed our luggage, calling a second taxi to get to the departure point of his jet. I had almost gotten used to airplanes, no longer being afraid of departure or landing, precisely because most of the time I spent the entire journeys in the arms of the moor.

It took us a whole night to get to the Principality, and although we had spent almost the duration of the trip sleeping, on landing we were both exhausted, as if we had not slept a single minute and once we touched a real bed we fell asleep again.

Staying with Charles those few days cost me other work permits, which I promised myself would be the last, unless they were given off by the company.

But they were melancholic days, every time our body had the opportunity to find itself, I felt that it was the last. He was so intense, complete and blinding that I was afraid it could never happen again, perhaps it was Charles who gave me this impression that I felt palpable in the words whispered in my ear, in the passion he put into it and in his not wanting to let me go every time love ended, fading behind us.

The cold of Canada hit me like an icy slap, almost simultaneously with the glacial climate that was created between us.

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