ELENA knocked on the large red door, waiting for a response. There was a small "Yeah?" from inside the room, and hesitantly, Elena opened the door.

Charles was lying along the sofa, phone up in the air as he scrolled through some app, enjoying his last few moments of peace before the race began. He looked around when the door opened, and his eyes widened when he saw the Perez girl stood in the doorway.

"Elena. Hi." he sat up, and turned his phone off, placing it in his pocket as she moved into the room. "What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in the Red Bull garage."

"Yeah I uh-" Elena paused for a second, not wanting to stumble over her words in front of Charles. "I wanted to come and wish you luck. Y'know after the crash yesterday, I just wanted to say I hope it goes okay for you."

Charles smiled at her, but it wasn't a thankful one, but more a teasing one. "Elena Perez, wishing Ferrari good luck whilst her brother drives for Red Bull. That's traitorous Elena."

Elena let out a small laugh. "I guess so. It's fine, he knows I've always been a fan of you guys."

Charles stood up, and walked towards Elena, leaning his arm against the door frame, his figure hovering above Elena. "Y'know Elena backstabbing is highly frowned upon. Especially in my eyes."

Elena had to crane her neck to meet his eyes, as she let out a breathy laugh. "Sorry." she uttered, intimidated by how close he was to her.

Charles noticed her nervousness, and pushed a piece of Elena's hair behind her ear. "I'll allow it on this occasion, considering you're rooting for me." he teased.

Elena gave him a small smile, but in the back of her mind, a voice said "And Max. We want Max to do well too." She ignored it, and focused on the Monegasque in front of her. 

"You should go." Charles said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "I'll be in the car soon."

Elena nodded. "Yeah. Checo will be wondering where I am." she agreed, smiling up at Charles.

Charles brushed his knuckle against Elena's cheek, bidding her good-bye as she left his driver room. As the door closed behind her, Elena brought a hand to cover her eyes as she attempted to understand what the hell had just happened.

She walked flustered from the Ferrari garage, and back up to the Red Bull one, accidentally bumping into someone. She looked up to see Veronica looking at her conceded. "Elena? Honey you okay?"

Elena nodded. "Yeah yeah, sorry Ronnie. Uh- where are you going?" she asked, growing as she realised her friend was walking away from the Red Bull garage.

"Oh I just need to go the ladies. I'll be back though. Go find Checo before he leaves." she ushered, as she walked away from the Perez girl, leaving Elena slightly confused as to why Ronnie didn't just use the Red Bull toilets.

"WHY were you in the Ferrari garage?"

Elena winced. "Heyy Sergio..." She turned around to see her brother standing behind her, his hands on his hips, a disapproving look on his face. Elena put her arms out, gesturing for a hug from her brother.

"I know you're head over heels for this boy but I'd appreciate if you didn't keep running off to him, especially when you're my guest for this weekend."

Elena gave her brother an apologetic look. She knew he was right, she couldn't keep running off to the Ferrari garage every weekend, not when she was there for Sergio. "You're right, I'm really sorry hermano. Let me make it up to you. Drinks after the race? I'll buy."

Sergio sighed, he couldn't be mad at his sister forever. He held his arms out and gestured for her to hug him, "Sure Lena. I'm sorry, but you know how I feel about the guy. I don't like him. I don't like him around you either."

Elena looked up at her brother, "I know, but I can look after myself. I'm not 19 anymore hermano. I'm a big girl. Turning 23 when we get to Silverstone." She gave him a comforting smile. "I'm fine."

Sergio huffed, but decided not to argue any further. "Fine. I just better not see you in a Ferrari shirt at Baku."

Elena laughed, "Of course not. Red Bull 'til I die." she replied defiantly.

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