TWO

"Charles is usually seen around here! If we look hard enough, we might find him!"

Catalina Morales grinned as her feet hit the asphalt in Monaco, her eyes wide and alert since she was on the look out for Charles Leclerc, her favorite Formula One driver, who drove for Ferrari.

Her chocolate brown hair was tied back in to a ponytail, wearing a pair of shorts and a t shirt since it was very warm weather, her aunt walking not too far behind her, a couple of paces in fact, in order to allow the teenager space to be herself.

Esmeralda Morales watched in amusement as her niece spun herself around in the golden sunlight, happy to be in the same place as her favorite driver in the world, not paying attention to the people around her that were forced to move out of the way to avoid her spinning in to them.

The Mexican woman knew that she would be walking around most of Monte Carlo until Catalina eventually found Charles Leclerc, and whilst she didn't know how long that would take, she was just very glad that she had brought some sneakers because she would have recieved very bad blisters if she had only brought her heels.

Esmeralda apologised repeatedly to anybody that her niece stumbled and spun in to, since she knew that the sixteen year old would never apologise, too caught up in her own world.

Catalina released a squeal as she tripped whilst spinning around, falling in to what she assumed was a wall, however there was one problem.

Walls don't talk.

"Mierda!"

A male voice sounded in surprise as the young girl stumbled in to him, his rather small stature meaning that the teenager was almost the same height as him, his hands quickly grabbing the girls shoulders to stabilise her.

"Dios mío!"

Catalina Morales squealed, jumping away from the small man who had caught her, stepping back until she was flat against her aunt's chest, clutching at her arm tightly.

"Cat, apologise to this man for bumping in to him." Esmeralda spoke firmly to her niece, since she had nearly knocked the poor man out from her antics.

"Sorry, I'm just excited! I'm trying to find Charles Leclerc!" Catalina grinned, not noticing the man farrowing his eyebrows together in confusion.

He had brown hair upon his head, a friendly smile creeping on to his lips, a pale blue shirt on his body with shorts and sandals upon his feet. 

"You're trying to find Charles? What has he done now?" The man questioned in confusion, making the elder Morales furrow her eyebrows together, a strange feeling in her gut.

What did he mean by that?

Did he know Charles Leclerc?

"I'm a huge fan! His biggest fan! I love him so much, we came from Mexico City just to find him!" Catalina bounced on the tops of her toes, grinning as she thought about the Monégasque man.

The man slowly nodded his head up and down a couple of times, obviously thinking of something, his mouth opening as he spoke.

"He's in that café over there." The man pointed towards a recognisable café. "If he asks how did you find him, tell him that Max told you where to find him."

"Wait, really?"

"Mexico City is a far distance to travel to meet him, he'll be thrilled to meet you." The man responded, his accent strange but not that different to their own, making Esmeralda think that he could possibly be Spanish.

"What do you say to the kind man?" Esmeralda stared down at her niece, seeing her thanking the man who glanced up at her and smiled, a small smile leaving her lips in return.

Catalina could have died the second that she had laid eyes on the Formula One driver who was Charles Leclerc, sitting in a café surrounded by some of his friends.

Esmeralda was about to tell the teen to be careful and not to rush over quickly, however that failed as her niece charged over to the Monégasque's table, startling him and his friends.

"HIOHMYGODITSREALLYYOUILOVEYOUSOMUCHIFEELLIKEIMDREAMINGYOUARESOMUCHBETTERINPERSONILOVEYOU!"

"Uh, what?"

"I'm so sorry for my niece, she has a habit of ignoring what I say and charging up to people who she loves rather abruptly." Esmeralda intervened in order to save her niece from the embarrassment of having frozen up.

"Tia Esme!"

"We are sorry for interrupting your time here, my niece wanted to meet you and a man told us where to find you. He mentioned that we had to tell you that Max told us where to find you." The Mexican woman spoke calmly, hoping that the boy wasn't upset or offended by their presence.

"No I didn't!"

A different man spoke up, his hair light brown and his eyes blue, confusion evident on his face as he glanced towards the man who they knew was Charles.

"Was he a small man? Brown hair? Blue shirt? Shorts? Sandals?" Another man spoke this time, a black man, his skin glowing radiant in the sunlight, his dark hair in tight braids.

"Si."

"Dat lul."

The man named Max muttered underneath his breath, shaking his head from side to side, a scoff like laugh leaving his lips.

"That was Fernando."

Charles Leclerc laughed, smiling at the teenager who was still intently staring at him, making him awkwardly lift his hand to wave at her.

Fernando Alonso had only been with them a few minutes ago before he had mentioned that he had to go, and of course since he had left, he clearly had no issue in telling people where they were, pretending to be that of Max Verstappen, who was in fact sat directly next to Charles.

"Tia Esme, what do I do?"

Catalina whispered as she stood frozen in front of Charles, somehow having completely lost all ability within her body to move now that she was staring straight at the love of her life and her favorite driver in Formula One.

"You say hello, Cat. I'm sure that he doesn't bite." Esmeralda chuckled, noticing how the racing drivers did the same, smiling.

"Hi!"

Silence.

"Okay, what now?" Catalina muttered, her hands shaking from the nerves that she felt.

"Hello, it is nice to meet you." Charles Leclerc stood to his feet so that she could take a photo with him if she wanted to, and judging by how she squealed and nearly fell in to Max, he knew that he was right in that assumption.

"We came from Mexico!" Catalina gasped, seemingly remembering that she had to mention where they had travelled from. "People in Mexico love you, almost as much as Perez but I love you way more than him."

"Why, thank you very much." Charles smiled, posing for a photo with the teenage girl as her aunt took the photo on her phone.

"We shall leave you to your food, we are sorry for interrupting but thank you for taking the time to meet my niece." Esmeralda smiled, pulling her niece by her arm away from them.

Catalina groaned, trying to resist, wanting to stay with her future husband.

"But I don't want to go!"

"Tough shit! We're going!"

"Tia Esme! That's not fair!"

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A/N

Short chapter but still here,

What do you think?

Also, I have changed the faceclaim for Esmeralda as the previous faceclaim was a Zionist, and to my knowledge, Alana De La Garza isn't. (I hope not but let me know if she is)

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoyed this short chapter and I'll see you all soon for the next one,

I'm so proud of all of you, my loves

Love you all,

-RUBY 🇵🇸🇨🇩