Im here with you- CHARLES LECLERC

Thirty-Eight

CHARLES' POV

I had just arrived at Maranello after a few weeks of vacation with Angelina and Jules. It was one of those crisp, early mornings, and the buzz in the garage was already electric as the team was busy preparing for the next set of tests. I could hear the clattering of tools and see the familiar faces of my mechanics, who always greeted me with a smile.

As I walked in, a few of them approached me with wide grins.

"Hey, world champion! Did you enjoyed your holidays?" Matteo, one of the guys, asked.

I smiled, the memories of those peaceful mornings and snowy walks with Angelina fresh in my mind. "Yes, I did. It was amazing. We had some great family time. Jules loved the snow, and Angelina and I got some time to ourselves, too."

Another mechanic, Luca, chimed in, "Must be nice to take a break from all the racing madness. Did you ski?"

"Nah, not this time," I replied with a chuckle. "We mostly walked around, enjoying the views. And I spent most of my time with Jules."

As we continued chatting, I heard a familiar voice behind me. It was Carlos.

"Leclerc!" Carlos greeted me with his usual energy, walking over. "You look relaxed. Vacation did you good?"

"Yeah, man," I said, giving him a quick handshake. "Spent a few weeks in the mountains with Angelina and Jules. What about you?"

Carlos grinned. " I went back to Madrid and stayed with my family"

We spent the next few minutes talking about our respective holidays, exchanging stories about the time off, before being called over for a team activity.

"Leclerc, Sainz! Time to do the video," one of the media staff said.

Carlos and I exchanged a look and followed them to the media room. We were about to film a fun video for Ferrari's YouTube channel—something light to keep the fans entertained. The task? We had to guess the athletes who had broken world records in different sports. Easy, right? Well, not quite.

Along with Carlos and me, Ollie and Fred joined us for the challenge. As the video started, they flashed pictures of famous athletes on the screen. First up were a couple of footballers and sprinters—Carlos got a few right, and I managed to guess one or two. But then things got tricky.

"Okay, next one," the producer said, showing a picture of someone who had apparently broken a world record in rhythmic gymnastics.

I furrowed my brow, staring at the image, trying to figure out who it was. Carlos leaned over, glancing at the screen. "Do you have any idea who that is?"

"No clue," I admitted, squinting at the image. "Looks familiar, though..."

Fred chimed in, laughing. "Come on, Charles, use your brain!"

Ollie was no help either, so we all gave up. The answer popped up on the screen.

"Angelina Verstappen."

I stared at the name for a second, blinking. "Wait... Angelina Verstappen? As in Angelina Mango? My girlfriend?!"

Carlos burst out laughing, slapping my shoulder. "You didn't know your own girlfriend was a rhythmic gymnast?"

Fred was grinning, clearly enjoying the moment. "Well, it looks like she broke some records too."

I laughed, feeling both amused and a bit surprised. "How did I not know this?"

As soon as we finished the video, I pulled out my phone and called Angelina. The call rang twice before she picked up.

"Hey, love," she said softly.