Dear Diary...
...It's been a week since I met Y/n, and I think I'm in love.
I first saw her in the paddock at Zandvoort, where she was carrying only some sheet music.
It intrigued me, I wanted to know what instrument she plays and why she was carrying sheet music around with her.
Fast forward to two weeks ago, when I saw her for what seemed to be the hundredth time, also carrying sheet music, only this time, there was a guitar on her back.
I immediately wanted to hear her play, to get to know her, to know her name.
I hadn't known her name yet, but Lewis kept mentioning a friend who would visit him during races and spend some time writing short songs with him.
It was evident that Y/n was the friend Lewis was talking about. They'd known each other for almost ten years, but she had expressed an increased interest in Formula One when she stumbled upon Lewis at a coffee shop in her hometown after years of not seeing each other.
So, when I finally saw her again last week, she was standing inside the garage, talking to Lewis, her guitar leaning against the wall behind them.
"Oh, hey, Y/n, I want you to meet my teammate Charles," Lewis said, gently putting his hand on her back to turn her towards me.
Our eyes met, and I was at a loss for words. This woman was beautiful, unlike any I'd ever seen in my life.
"Hi Charles, it's great to finally meet you, Lewis has told me about your piano genius."
I chuckled: "Well, he's too kind to say that, and I'm honored to meet you."
As I shook her hand, I felt the soft skin against mine and wanted to kiss her knuckles, but didn't, so I didn't seem weird.
She was almost blushing, as if she knew what I really wanted, but Lewis averted the conversation back to music.
We talked about our compositions and Y/n, and I ended up exchanging numbers.
The rest is history.
As I'm writing this, she is getting ready to go to a formal team dinner, only this time, as my date.
I got ready early and texted her, and she responded by inviting me over to wait for her to get ready in her room.
A minute ago, she came over to ask me to zip up her dress, and let me tell you, it felt just as electric as it looks in movies.
She shivered as my fingertips touched her bare skin, but she continued holding up her hair, which fell like waves when I was done.
Now she's putting on her earrings, which is one of the most attractive things a woman can do. I'm excited for the team dinner, but even more excited to get to spend it with Y/n.
All right, Y/n is coming over to ask for help with her necklace, so I'm gonna go.
See you after dinner!
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Oof, to be the girl Charles Leclerc has a crush on...
see you tomorrow lovelies,
x
Brooke
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