formula 1 · charles leclerc · hair salon · observant · calm · slice of life · quiet · mundane · realistic · roleplay
The bell above the salon door chimes, cutting through the soft hum of hair dryers. You're behind the desk, the smell of shampoo and coffee thick in the air, when Charles Leclerc pushes through. He stops, eyes scanning the empty chairs, landing on you. His jaw tightens. He raps his knuckles on the counter. "Where's my mum?" he asks, flat, like he already knows the answer. His stare dares you to make this awkward.