SHIRT, charles leclerc

FOURTY - FIVE, distrust

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TW // MENTIONS OF CANCER, HOSPITALS, DEATH, ETC.

Juliette strolled into the Ferrari garage, a fashionable pair of sunglasses balanced delicately on the bridge of her nose, she found herself humming a quiet tune that resonated within her.

A soft aura of familiarity enveloped her as she exchanged polite smiles with the members of the technical team, their greetings a gentle breeze on her entrance.

Suddenly, a gentle tap on her shoulder disrupted her musings, causing her to pivot gracefully and lock eyes with Gabriel Ackley, his gaze sharp and penetrating. He donned in a captivating red Ferrari racing suit, he couldn't help but break into a wide, infectious grin as he embraced her warmly, their connection radiating genuine camaraderie.

"Hey! How are you, are you ready for FP1?" Juliette questioned, her eyes bright as Gabriel let out a breathy laugh. "I'm good! Nervous for FP1, but good!" He responded, beaming at the girl. "I thought you weren't coming to the Ferrari garage." He teased, referencing back to Juliette's comment in her comment section under her most recent post. Her cheeks painted itself pink, as she gazed at him sheepishly. "Yeah, well, plans changed a little."

Gabriel nodded, before questioning further. "Whose side of the garage are you gonna be on?"

Juliette concealed a grimace, she knew he wanted her to be on his side. But unfortunately, she was already assigned a pair of headphones on Charles's side.

"Ah, unfortunately I'm gonna have to deal with Xavi, and sit on Leclerc's side." She pouted slightly, as Gabriel gazed at her, his eyes flickered a sort of sadness. "Ah okay, understandable."

"What do you mean by that?" Juliette stitched her brows together, as Gabriel's eyes widened, his tone apologetic. "No, no! I didn't mean it in a bad way, I'm sorry if I did. I just sort of sensed a vibe between you and Leclerc, so I guess it made sense if you watched from his side."

Juliette pursed her lips awkwardly. "Um, there isn't anything going on between him and I. He's just a friend."

Gabriel rose a brow, his gaze turning into one of . . . relief?

"Oh, alright." He stated simply. Gabriel's gaze lingered on her, his eyes misting over, revealing a flicker of hesitation. His expression changed, morphing into a sheepish, bashful mask, revealing his timid nature.

"Uh, I don't know if this is a bit bold, b-but I was wondering if you wanted to go get some coffee after free practice?"

Juliette felt a tightening in her chest, her heart clenched. His words were sincere and genuine, and his innate bashfulness was very evident, causing a gentle smile to grace her lips.

Juliette grinned a little, her subtle dimples deepened. "Yeah, sure! What time does FP2 end?"

Gabriel's gaze fell down to his wrist, a sleek, black watch gleamed under the fluorescent lights in the Ferrari garage. "3:00 I think?"

"Okay, I'll meet you back here at 4:00, yeah?" Juliette queried, as Gabriel nodded, his eyes brightening at the brunette in front of him, as he bid her goodbye.

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CHARLES'S POV:

What the actual fuck.

It had taken Gabriel about two weeks to ask Juliette to go out with him (which could be considered a date). While I've constantly been brushed off by her.