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Raincaots (2)

CHARLES LECLERC X ORIGINAL FEMALE CHARACTER.

Isabelle entered her apartment building leaving wet steps behind her. She couldn't hear the drops of water through her heavy breaths as she ran all the way from the road that she dropped that handsome stranger off on to her apartment building, which was 10 min away on foot. It was way harder running as she was always trying to be careful not to slip and cause an accident.

When he left she realized that he took her jacket with him and she knew that she would immediately get sick. When she was younger she got sick so often and was unusually weaker than any other kid her age.

Her wet clothes were weighing her down as she reached the last step to her floor, she passed to the door before she stood in front of her apartment door looking for her keys in her soaked jeans - which was very hard and uncomfortable.

When Isabelle finally managed to unlock her apartment she could already hear her cat jumping from near the window to go greet her and that brought a big smile on her face.

She widened the door to step in, making the floor tiles wet too but she didn't care. She bent down to pet her ginger cat as it purred under her.

“Hey beautiful girl.” Anna, her cat purred more until a drop of water reached her which made it open her honey eyes and move away from Isabelle. Isabelle just smiled as she passed her cat and went to her bathroom, which was in the end of her apartment. Isabelle lived alone since she was out of college and bought an apartment with her inheritance. It wasn't a big or fancy apartment and definitely wasn't in a rich neighborhood that she can definitely afford, but she liked it. It was small compared to the big dark houses she lived in most of her life.

After her shower, Isabelle skipped dinner and immediately crashed into her bed. She already started to feel a headache forming, which is the beginning of a cold.

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Charles had already visited the same streets they met in, sat on the same bench waiting for a familiar figure to appear but no luck. He even started to lose hope of meeting his unnamed girl.

His charged phone this time vibrated in his pocket, he took it out to find a message from his friend, Pierre.

Where are you? We all have arrived and are waiting for you.

             On my way, don’t wait for me.

He sat silently on the same bench staring to space in silence before he let out a big sigh, and stood up and went to his car to get to that restaurant Pierre had invited him to.

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There she is.

The mysterious girl.

And she wasn't even looking at him.

She didn't even acknowledge his existence, he isn't even sure if she even recognized which he felt very offended with this.

He kept staring at her while she was taking his friends’ order waiting for her to look up and make eye contact with him but it seems as if she was avoiding him until she couldn't anymore and reached to his turn to order.

“What's your order sir?”

Sir? Sir?

Charles just stared at her with eyebrows raised. It seemed as if he wasn't going to reply any time soon,that's why Pierre kicked his legs under the table. That's when he finally found his voice.

“Uhh..carbonara paste please”

It seems he was the last one that she took his order and that's when she finally looked at him and met his demanding eyes, she smiled at him, one of her smiles that she had given him three days ago under the rain with the rain falling into their face, he couldn't resist to smile back at her.

As she walked away with their orders he still couldn't stop glancing at her and that made Pierre notice that he had to say  something about it.

“You like her?” Pierre smirked at him, Charles not expecting a comment on his behavior was caught off guard as he kept fumbling over his words. Pierre just cut him off.

“I'll get you her number”

Yes

“No”

“Why not?” kika, Pierre’s girlfriend, joined the conversation “i'll even help getting it”

Charles knew that he wanted her number, but he was almost…shy.

He knows that he is the one who is supposed to go get her number since they already met and interacted and she helped him but he isn't sure why he couldn't go talk to her, maybe he is waiting for her to talk to him first.

“You either get it or we get it for you” Kika said as she smiled slyly at her friend, Kika knew that Charles has been single for a while and it wasnt everyday where someone caught his interest, so she wouldn't let him leave without having the girl in his contacts.

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Isabelle made her way to the restaurants kitchen to give them the order for table 6, as she dropped the orders she immediately went to the bathroom to calm down her nerves, she tried so hard to avoid eye contact with the raincoat guy but she had to when taking his order, she was nervous at first -still is- when he didn't say anything for the first 10 seconds before he replied to her.

She let out a shaky sigh. When the guy first entered she wasn't sure if it was him or someone else, but after staring hard at him, trying to see his full face as he was turned away from her, when he turned around laughing at something one of his friends said that's when she finally saw his face.

She was about to switch her table with her coworker as he went to sit with his friends that sat on one of her table but before she could ask, she had second thoughts. Dont be a coward she said to herself as she turned around to go back to their table before changing her mind again.

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Charles watched Isabel as she came back with their food, she was smiling at each person that she gave their food to, which he felt uncomfortable with. He wanted her to only smile at him like that, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it.

When it came to his turn, Isabelle made him feel special, as she smiled wider at him, she even told him to enjoy his meal in a soft voice that he was the only to hear that and that'sthat's when he manned up and turned around to ask her for her number.

“About that raincoat, that i still have it..” she blinked at him not expecting him to talk about that now.

“What about it”

“How can i give it back”

“Oh you don't have to '' charles  just kept looking at her begging her to not say that again as he was the raincoat as an excuse so that he can meet up with her again and to take her number.

“No i insist” he took his phone that was next to his plate as he opened it and passed it to her, she raised her eyebrows as she took his phone carefully from him and was about to write the last digit of her number.

“Isa” both Charles and Isabelle turned to the caller, Charles frowned. It was a tall man, that was dressed in a suit, he has dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed mischief in them as he glanced better isabellaIsabelle and charles with a smirk placed on his lips before the mysterious man settled his eyes on isabelle that was yet to make any sound.

“Nik”

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Raincaots (1)

CHARLES LECLERC X ORIGINAL FEMALE CHARACTER.

It was a cold night for Charles.

He was too angry when he left to get a jacket and now he is suffering the consequences. He wandered helplessly into the dark night as he dragged his feet with him and dug his hands deep into his pockets trying to keep them warm but felt his cold dead phone that had lost battery a while ago when he wanted to call someone to come get him. He was in a rough neighborhood in France, and he doesn’t want to admit it, but he was scared.

He found a bench and almost cried at the sight of it; finally he could rest his feet and his exhausted body. He knew it was stupid to run away just after a race but he was too angry at himself, the world, the media, everyone. As he sat down, he felt light drops hit his head and looked up and was hit with the light rain in his face, he will definitely get sick.

The rain just fell harder as if taunting  him, guess his luck followed him out of the tracks too, he doesn’t know why he got so unlucky in his life. Sometimes he felt like ending it all - all the suffering, everything - but then he couldn’t.. he suffered so much to be where he is, he couldn’t do that to his mum, both of his brothers, he couldn’t be selfish. As he was lost in his thoughts he heard a crunch around him in the rain and he immediately tensed up.

Please don’t rob me, please don’t be a fan.

He kept chanting this in his mind as the footsteps echoed closer as he tried to pull his hoodie down further to cover his face - but it would only cover his forehead.

“Hello..” a French female accent said. She was standing just next to him on the bench, he thought about ignoring her, but before he could look up, he felt something fall into his lap. 

A raincoat.

He looked startled to find a small figure wearing all black with the hoodie up too, but he can see dark hair sticking on the side of her face.

“Here, take this.” Her voice was soft and raspy with the French accent.

“I-I can’t take it,” Charles was speechless at first, who in their right mind gave up a raincoat to a stranger in the rain.

“You look like you need it more than me,” the girl shifted her weight on her left leg as she crossed her arms, trying to stop shivering, she knows she will regret what she has done, but he had looked so cold and out of place that she couldn’t have it in her heart to leave him.

“Look, just wear it before you get sick.. please,” the unknown girl nodded at him and at the jacket in his lap. He stared at her, dumbfounded, before the rain got harder and he quickly wore the jacket.

“You don’t look like you are from around here” the girl said.

“No. I was walking and got lost,” he switched to French as he noticed that it was hard for her to speak English.

“You are French?” The girl couldn’t hide her surprise.

“No no, Monegasque. "He usually got annoyed when people always said he was French, but he couldn’t get annoyed this time.

“Really? I hear it’s beautiful there,” the girl grinned and he couldn’t help but smile once he saw her smile. She is one of those people that had a radiant, contagious smile.

“Yeah, yeah it is.” 

“You said you got lost? Are you alone in the city?” 

“No. I was with my uhh… friends” 

“Vocation?” The girl that was once standing next to the bench sat on the other side of it with a wide space between them that could fit his teammate, Carlos, and there would still be space to spare.

“No, work,” she nodded but stayed silent as she stared ahead, and it seemed that she got an idea.

“Which hotel are you in?” Charles was puzzled with the question - a little weirded out - but he told her the name.

“Let’s go.” She quickly stood up and started to make her way to the street. Charles immediately stood up and followed her.

“Where are we going?” 

“Taking you home of course”

They neared a street which only few cars passed indicating how late it was before suddenly the girl flagged down a car which was a taxi.

“I have no money” Charles said quickly as he also forgot his wallet when he ran.

“Yeah I guessed” she walked towards the taxi she flagged and leaned down to the open window as she exchanged words with the driver. She glanced back at charles and that when he saw her full face as her hoodie fell down when she leaned down, she had long dark hair that was wild, her eyes was dark but he knew it wasn’t brown, another color and had few freckles on her nose, she raised her thick eyebrows as she looked at him staring at her.

“Get in” she opened the door for him and he felt like a child as he got in the taxi, the young woman closed the door behind him and bent down to talk to him through the open window.

“He will take you to your hotel” she nodded towards the driver who was sure watching them from the mirror, she dug into her pants pocket and pulled her wallet and gave him 50 euros which was way more than the taxi will take.

“That's way too much” he said as he took the money from her and he brushed her finger which sent tingles throughout his body.

“Keep the change, now safe trip” she pulled back as she signaled the driver to move.

Once the taxi moved away that's when he finally came to his senses that there is a lot of things missing, he didn't know her name, number or anything and that's when he noticed that he still wore her raincoat where she is probably still without a coat in this rain, immediate guilt him like a truck and he suddenly couldn't stop imagining the young kind woman sick because of him, he would never forgive himself, when it suddenly got so suffocating in the car he took off the jacket and there had the smell of vanilla which was probably her smell and h e fell in love with the smell.

When he was placing the jacket properly in his lap to avoid any creases he noticed a name written in the back of the tag.

Isabelle.

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Raincaots (1)

CHARLES LECLERC X ORIGINAL FEMALE CHARACTER.

It was a cold night for Charles.

He was too angry when he left to get a jacket and now he is suffering the consequences. He wandered helplessly into the dark night as he dragged his feet with him and dug his hands deep into his pockets trying to keep them warm but felt his cold dead phone that had lost battery a while ago when he wanted to call someone to come get him. He was in a rough neighborhood in France, and he doesn’t want to admit it, but he was scared.

He found a bench and almost cried at the sight of it; finally he could rest his feet and his exhausted body. He knew it was stupid to run away just after a race but he was too angry at himself, the world, the media, everyone. As he sat down, he felt light drops hit his head and looked up and was hit with the light rain in his face, he will definitely get sick.

The rain just fell harder as if taunting  him, guess his luck followed him out of the tracks too, he doesn’t know why he got so unlucky in his life. Sometimes he felt like ending it all - all the suffering, everything - but then he couldn’t.. he suffered so much to be where he is, he couldn’t do that to his mum, both of his brothers, he couldn’t be selfish. As he was lost in his thoughts he heard a crunch around him in the rain and he immediately tensed up.

Please don’t rob me, please don’t be a fan.

He kept chanting this in his mind as the footsteps echoed closer as he tried to pull his hoodie down further to cover his face - but it would only cover his forehead.

“Hello..” a French female accent said. She was standing just next to him on the bench, he thought about ignoring her, but before he could look up, he felt something fall into his lap. 

A raincoat.

He looked startled to find a small figure wearing all black with the hoodie up too, but he can see dark hair sticking on the side of her face.

“Here, take this.” Her voice was soft and raspy with the French accent.

“I-I can’t take it,” Charles was speechless at first, who in their right mind gave up a raincoat to a stranger in the rain.

“You look like you need it more than me,” the girl shifted her weight on her left leg as she crossed her arms, trying to stop shivering, she knows she will regret what she has done, but he had looked so cold and out of place that she couldn’t have it in her heart to leave him.

“Look, just wear it before you get sick.. please,” the unknown girl nodded at him and at the jacket in his lap. He stared at her, dumbfounded, before the rain got harder and he quickly wore the jacket.

“You don’t look like you are from around here” the girl said.

“No. I was walking and got lost,” he switched to French as he noticed that it was hard for her to speak English.

“You are French?” The girl couldn’t hide her surprise.

“No no, Monegasque. "He usually got annoyed when people always said he was French, but he couldn’t get annoyed this time.

“Really? I hear it’s beautiful there,” the girl grinned and he couldn’t help but smile once he saw her smile. She is one of those people that had a radiant, contagious smile.

“Yeah, yeah it is.” 

“You said you got lost? Are you alone in the city?” 

“No. I was with my uhh… friends” 

“Vocation?” The girl that was once standing next to the bench sat on the other side of it with a wide space between them that could fit his teammate, Carlos, and there would still be space to spare.

“No, work,” she nodded but stayed silent as she stared ahead, and it seemed that she got an idea.

“Which hotel are you in?” Charles was puzzled with the question - a little weirded out - but he told her the name.

“Let’s go.” She quickly stood up and started to make her way to the street. Charles immediately stood up and followed her.

“Where are we going?” 

“Taking you home of course”

They neared a street which only few cars passed indicating how late it was before suddenly the girl flagged down a car which was a taxi.

“I have no money” Charles said quickly as he also forgot his wallet when he ran.

“Yeah I guessed” she walked towards the taxi she flagged and leaned down to the open window as she exchanged words with the driver. She glanced back at charles and that when he saw her full face as her hoodie fell down when she leaned down, she had long dark hair that was wild, her eyes was dark but he knew it wasn’t brown, another color and had few freckles on her nose, she raised her thick eyebrows as she looked at him staring at her.

“Get in” she opened the door for him and he felt like a child as he got in the taxi, the young woman closed the door behind him and bent down to talk to him through the open window.

“He will take you to your hotel” she nodded towards the driver who was sure watching them from the mirror, she dug into her pants pocket and pulled her wallet and gave him 50 euros which was way more than the taxi will take.

“That's way too much” he said as he took the money from her and he brushed her finger which sent tingles throughout his body.

“Keep the change, now safe trip” she pulled back as she signaled the driver to move.

Once the taxi moved away that's when he finally came to his senses that there is a lot of things missing, he didn't know her name, number or anything and that's when he noticed that he still wore her raincoat where she is probably still without a coat in this rain, immediate guilt him like a truck and he suddenly couldn't stop imagining the young kind woman sick because of him, he would never forgive himself, when it suddenly got so suffocating in the car he took off the jacket and there had the smell of vanilla which was probably her smell and h e fell in love with the smell.

When he was placing the jacket properly in his lap to avoid any creases he noticed a name written in the back of the tag.

Isabelle.

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