Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
IRIS: where are you i've been waiting for like twenty minutes
CHARLES: did you mean to send that to mick
IRIS: no? where are you
CHARLES: why are you asking are you going to kidnap me
IRIS: no i'm taking you out for ice cream
CHARLES: that's not in my diet
IRIS: i don't care? if you wish to follow it so strictly you can just watch me eat ice cream
CHARLES: why would i do that when i could just eat the ice cream
IRIS: you just told me that it's not in your diet?
CHARLES: yes that doesn't mean i'm going to follow the diet
IRIS: 😤😤😤 just hurry up meet me outside the ferrari hospitality
CHARLES: why do you always rush people let me take my time
IRIS: you are one to talk leclerc. you are really one to talk.
CHARLES: technically we are texting
IRIS: i'm leaving without you
CHARLES: I'M SORRY I'M RIGHT BEHIND YOU ANYWAY
IRIS HAD NO TIME TO READ THE LAST MESSAGE SENT BY CHARLES BEFORE HER FEET HAD BEEN LIFTED OFF THE GROUND. A squeal immediately left her mouth and demands for her to be put down. She had only recognized who it was once their laughter followed.
Iris turned around with wide eyes as Charles begun to laugh at her reaction, she smacked him on his arm - stopping his laughter immediately. "You are not funny." She told him before walking away and in the direction of the exit of the paddock.
"I think I am." Charles sung, having to walk much faster just to keep up with her.
"If you say so." Iris smiled, "But don't funny people qualify first?" She asked him, biting back a smile and laughter as he froze and his facial expression falling.
