SHIRT, charles leclerc

CHAPTER SEVEN, lightning mcqueen

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- NOTE:
i don't quite know how to write scenes where juliette's actually driving, so if i make any mistakes this chap, please let me know! <3

Juliette's mind was drowning in unnecessary thoughts about today.

She had just finished hours of practicing the Barcelona track on the racing simulator. And it was safe to say, that she completed each lap with impressive times.

Juliette was now in her changing room, pulling her suit over her fireproofs, as she heard Charles's shuffling feet from the hall.

The Brunette sighed. As much as it was insensitive to say, Charles was not someone she wanted to see today.

She wanted to focus on her driving. It was her number one priority, and those who knew her, knew how important it was to her.

Juliette sighed, tying her suit around her waist, leaving her torso in bare fireproofs. She grabbed her helmet, before exiting the room.

She kept her nose to the air, her chin up. Ignoring Charles's burning stare, as she made her way through the hallway, Charles a couple steps behind her.

The two were then met with Mattia, who let them know about all the details they needed to know.

He also said that Juliette was going first, which did not ease her nerves at all.

"Your car's in the garage, and me and the mechanic will be in contact with you the whole time." Mattia smiled warmly, Juliette mirrored him. Before heading straight to the garage.

She felt a familiar hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. Juliette mentally cursed herself for not getting away faster.

"Juli." Charles called out, a sincere expression on his face. "Good luck."

Juliette nodded, before murmuring a, "Thanks."

Charles then frowned. He wanted more of a reaction.

Juliette zipped up her suit, before walking over the garage, and standing beside the car.

The Bianchi then wore everything else, including her helmet, and with the help of some of the employees, she sat in the car.

It was comfortable. The seat wasn't too compact, she was free to move around, yet she still had the safety of the car around her.

Juliette's nerves spiked, as they pulled her car out of the garage, and onto the track.

They placed her a few feet before the starting line, before the mechanic spoke into the radio.

"Radio check. Can you hear me?"

"Yep. I can hear you." Juliette responded, before her mechanic gave her the clear to drive-which she immediately did.

It all felt so surreal to her. It wasn't a dream, yet it felt like one. The feeling of the car soaring through the track was absolutely exhilarating.

Juliette was approaching turn 2, as her mechanic spoke into the mic. "How does it feel? Any thing wrong?"

Juliette smiled to herself. "Nope, the engines great. The seat as well. This car is incredibly put together." Juliette complimented.