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the helicopter ride to Monaco was fairly short, and the view was absolutely phenomenal.

Chiara and I arrived at the hotel, I immediately dove onto the bed near the balcony, claiming it as mine. "I love the smell of fresh sheets." I mumbled as my head was face down.

Chiara let out a laugh, "i love Monaco, it's one of the best countries in the world to be honest."

I turned my head around and looked at her, "we'll see about that."

"So you're saying you don't agree?" She cocked a brow, unpacking her suitcase.

"Not necessarily," I started as I sat up, "just don't know it yet." I shrugged.

"Well thankfully we have two monégasque tour guides, I'm sure one of them would happily oblige." She sent me a smirk as well as a wink.

My cheeks flushed as I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her. "Oh shut up!"

Chiara dodged if just in time, "oh please, the both of you were basically all over each other ."

"He was drunk!" I affirmed, "plus we weren't all over each other, don't over exaggerate." I rolled my eyes.

"Vivian he literally called you 'mon cœur' and was leaning on your shoulder the entire time." She sent me a look, her hand on her hip. "You're half French! You know what that means!"

I rolled my eyes again, "sometimes it's just a friendly gesture, don't over analyze things. Plus he was drunk!"

"Okay fine," Chiara huffed, "but I swear this man has a crush on you, and you do too!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I stood up and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

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"Why are there so many fancy cars here," I furrowed my brows as we walked down the sidewalk.

"We," Chiara started, "are in f1 territory right now. Beware of f1 drivers!" Chiara joked as she did funny hand gestures, earning a laugh from me.

"Oh look, a wild driver on the loose!" I pointed as i saw a familiar face exit his car, wearing sun glasses, a short sleeved blouse, and blue jeans. seemingly not noticing us as he walked inside a coffee shop.

"Cmon," Chiara grabbed my hand as we walked inside.

"Chiara chill out, he's gonna think we're stalking him," I whisper yelled as we walked inside the same shop as Charles, him being oblivious to the fact that Chiara and I where there.

Chiara gave me a mischievous smirk, now standing in line. Only one person away from Charles.

"Oh look they have salads, hold on." Chiara walked away, leaving me alone in the line as I sent her a displeased look.

I played with the skin on the edge of my thumb, a bad habit that I've had ever since I was nine. Anxiously waiting for her to come back.

I opened my phone to check my messages and scroll through instagram, the line becoming smaller and smaller.

I felt a hand on the back of my shoulder as I turned around, assuming chiara found the salad that she had wanted.

Oh how I was so wrong.

I blinked twice, just to do a double take as I saw Charles there, a half smile on his face with a cocked brow. "You know, I was joking about the stalker comment the other day, didn't know you actually were one." A playful gleam in his eyes.

"I- wasn't stalking you, chiara was," I looked around the place, trying to find chiara. The girl nowhere in sight.

I looked back up at Charles, his eyebrows furrowing, "Chiara was what? She's not here."

"Oh my god," I mumbled under my breath, as I sent him an awkward smile.

"I'm just joking," he said with a playful smile, "she's outside, I think she got a call from someone," he pointed towards the glass window.

Chiara in sight, pacing around the sidewalk.

Thank God for that.

Charles laughed, "you should've seen the look on your face, oh my god I wish I took a picture."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I looked up at him, his face unable to read.

Chiara walked back into the shop, looking a bit frustrated but nonetheless, fine.

"Ca va?" Charles asked her, nodding her head.

"Just business," she started, "oh wait, hey Charles." She laughed slightly as she leaned in for a side hug, Charles hugging her back.

"You guys coming tomorrow?" He asked, taking a sip from his coffee.

"Mhmm," I hummed, causing Charles to look my way, a small smile in his lips as he sipped on his coffee.

"Ehem," the cashier said, which diverted our attention to her.

"What would you like to order?"

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"No, Lewis Hamilton," Chiara argued as we walked around the streets of Monaco with Charles.

Charles rolled his eyes, "what do you think Vivian?" He asked me.

I wasn't really paying much attention to their conversation, that turned into an argument. They were discussing who was the best driver on the grid, but to be fair, I wasn't as intellectually inclined in formula 1 to answer that question.

I shrugged, "Fernando Alonso."

Charles gave me a questionable look, chiara already knowing I was going to say that.

I've been obsessed with him for months.

"Fernando?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he let out a sarcastic huff, "odd."

I quirked a brow, "what about fernando?" Not liking the attitude that he gave when I said Fernando's name.

"It's just, weird I guess?" He looked back at me, trying to brush it under the rug.

I looked at Chiara for a split second, then at Charles. "How?"

Charles shrugged, "I just expected you to say someone else maybe?"

I quirked another brow, "Alonso is the best, can't change my mind," I paused for a second, then added, "plus he's hot."

My comment earned a weird look from Charles, his green eyes now wide open as he stared at me, a shocked but amused look on his face.

"You know he's double your age right," he mentioned, still looking at me as we walked.

"Guess I like older men then," I looked at him, a wide smile on my face as Chiara began giggling, causing me to laugh alongside her.

Charles side-eyed the both of us, his face now full of different types of expressions, mainly confusion.

"What Charles?" Chiara nudged Charles shoulder as she laughed, "got a problem?"

Charles shook his head immediately, "no, no problem at all." He sent her a small smile, "I just think you guys are high."

"Oh shut up."

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a/n

I just survived the hardest week of my life.
Why do teachers like torturing us? I HAD A FREAKING PSYCHOLOGY, BUSINESS, MATH, AND A FREAKING ENGLISH PROJECT ALL DUE IN THE SAME WEEK. Anyways, short filler chapter CUS I NEEDED TO WRITE SOMETHING CUS IT WAS THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME SANE.

Btw I didn't proof read it so, the chapter might be full of mistakes LOL

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