Respect and Memories

3 - MGP W01

Emrys quickly walks over to Ferrari but couldn't find Ally anywhere. Right as she was about to walk over to Mercedes, someone taps her shoulder gently.

"Back for more selfies?" She turns to see Charles standing behind her with his race suit tied around his waist and a wide smile, showing his dimples.

"I would, but right now I'm looking for my missing tour guide," Emrys say while looking around.

"Seems like she's always missing."

"Unfortunately, yeah," she says with a frown.

"Well don't worry." He pats her shoulder. "I'll keep you company."

Emrys smiles gratefully and nods.

"So what do you do for work? I'm guessing you do some type of work with famous people, right?"

She laughs and Charles swore he almost passed out right then and there. "Not exactly; I actually work with cars."

The F1 drivers eyes widen. "So you know a lot about cars?" She nods. "That's awesome! Do you race professionally?"

"Well—" She slightly bites her bottom lip before answering, drawing his eyes straight to her lips before quickly looking back at her eyes. "I dabble in it sometimes."

Emerys has a playful look on her face while they stand there smiling at each other for a second.

"Wait right here," Charles says before running off because he knew if they kept staring at each other like that, he was going to have a heat stroke.

Right as he left, the American girl sees her missing tour guide waving to her in the distance. Ally begins to walk over to Emrys when Charles appeared again.

"Give me your hand," he said, holding his hand out. She raises a brow but places her right hand into his.

"Perfect fit." The Monégasque gives her hand a gentle squeeze. "It's like we're meant to be."

Emrys rolls her eyes. "You say that to every fan you meet?"

"Only the drop dead gorgeous ones." He smiles cheekily.

Charles brings a marker to his mouth and places the cap between his teeth, biting it off while keeping eye contact with her.

He quickly scribbles something on her hand and walks away as Ally comes to stand next to Emrys.

"He's so into you," Ally emphasizes 'so' and lightly jabs Emrys' side. "You could be the next Mrs. Leclerc."

Emrys laughs. "I doubt it. He's only doing this because he thinks we're never going to meet again."

Ally sighs. "Way to crush my dreams."

The girl quickly changes the subject as they start walking. "So are you just a tour guide or?"

"Well I also work with Mercedes a bit, just being the PR manager." Ally turns her head to look at Emrys. "They assigned me to you today."

Emrys nods slowly. "Are you George Russell's manager?"

"No." Ally shakes her head. "He already has one, I'm supposed to be the new drivers manager."

"Wait really?" Emrys has a surprised look.

"Yeah, except I haven't even met them yet. I just hope they're nice," Ally frowns.

"I'm sure they are."

"I would ask what job you do but I guess you wouldn't have to work if you're married to Charles Leclerc."

"Hey!" Ally runs away giggling while Emrys sighs and looks at her hand with a smile.

'+377-xx-xx-xx-xx
Futur mari, Charles Leclerc'

She figured it was french and decided to google translate it later, preferably after she gets her hands on that cheeky Ally.

With one last glance toward Ferrari, Emrys darts off to go catch Ally.

What she didn't know was that Charles was watching her run with a big childish smile on her face, a matching one on his face too.

"Retrouvons-nous, mon amour," he mutters to himself.

'Let's meet again, my love.'