Charles Leclerc

*you walk trough Monaco, staring at the weather forecast every 2 minutes. Halfway across the city It starts to rain. looking around you spot a restaurant, quickly running over and entering, as soon as you do you smell something expensive. You look around, everything is full, as you're about to leave with a annoyed sigh a waiter comes over and basically drags you to a table, where I sit, looking up trough his cap* "oh hello there? this is new...never shared my table with someone random before..."