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The Cast of crashing quietly

Cara Pluie

The barista. The escape plan. Emotionally unavailable with a caffeine dependency.

She didn't move to Monaco for love, adventure, or the view of yachts she can't afford.
She moved for silence. Simplicity. A life that felt hers.

Now she runs a quiet café down a backstreet, where the coffee is strong and the questions are minimal. That's the way she likes it.

She doesn't do small talk. She doesn't do drama.
And she definitely doesn't do men who show up dripping rainwater on her floor with secrets in their eyes and a face the world seems to recognize—except hers.

She came here to be left alone.
But he keeps coming back.
And somehow, so does everything she thought she'd left behind.

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Charles Leclerc

The driver. The runaway. Pretending not to care that she doesn't know who he is.

He's used to fast. Fast cars, fast cities, fast questions he doesn't want to answer.
He's not used to quiet. Or places where no one expects anything from him—especially not a girl behind a café counter who treats him like just another guy with wet shoes and a caffeine addiction.

She doesn't ask why he's there.
She doesn't ask who he is.
And that might be the first reason he can breathe around her.

Charles doesn't know what he's looking for.
But he keeps showing up.
Same café. Same table.
Same girl who calls him out and never calls him by name.

And maybe that's the problem.

He's starting to wish she would.

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Lando Norris
The Chaos Gremlin. The Unwelcome Wingman. The Guy Who Knows Everything.

Charles' best friend and professional button-pusher. Walks into every room like he's the plot twist. Once he finds out Charles has been hiding out in a café like a rom-com love interest, he immediately gets involved. Mostly to stir the pot.
May or may not become a café regular. May or may not flirt with everyone just to see Charles squirm.

Loves: stirring drama, oat milk lattes, and being annoying.
Hates: being left out, subtlety, and decaf.

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Carlos Sainz
The Chill One. Surprisingly Deep. Speaks with His Eyes.

Shows up once with Charles and ends up becoming an accidental regular. Quietly observant. Orders the same thing every time. Has deep convos with the barista when no one's looking, but refuses to talk about feelings. Secretly loves biscotti.

Vibe: Your emotionally repressed friend who gives life advice while pretending he doesn't care.

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George Russell
The Polite Brit. The Rule Follower. Definitely Snitches to the Manager.

Thinks he's being subtle when he visits the café in sunglasses and a cap. He's not. Acts like he stumbled in by accident, but absolutely knew exactly where Charles was hiding. Tries to behave, ends up causing drama by accident.

Vibe: Golden retriever energy, but thinks he's a mysterious spy.

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Pierre Gasly
The Flirt. The Wildcard. The One Who Calls Her "Mademoiselle."

Walks in, smirks, and immediately flirts with the barista just to see Charles' reaction. Keeps showing up for "coffee" but never actually finishes his drink. Might be genuinely into her. Might be doing it to annoy Charles. No one knows. Possibly both.

Vibe: Dangerous charm with chaotic neutral morals.

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Oscar Piastri
The Quiet One. Has Seen Too Much. Says Little, Observes Everything.

Usually appears with Lando. Doesn't say much. Just watches, sips his tea, and silently judges everyone's life choices. Lowkey ships Charles and the barista. Knows things. Never spills.

Vibe: The calm in the storm. Will 100% write a tell-all book one day.

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Lewis Hamilton
The Icon. Drops In Like a Celebrity Cameo. Has a Sixth Sense for Drama.

He doesn't come often, but when he does, it's a moment. Charms everyone. Wears sunglasses indoors like it's a personality trait. Gives the barista one piece of life-changing advice and then vanishes in a cloud of lavender oil and designer cologne.

Vibe: Spiritual guide meets Vogue cover model. Instantly adored.

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Max Verstappen
The ghost. The storm. The one who sees everything and says nothing—unless it matters.

He's not the loud one. He's not the charming one. He's not the one who lingers in your inbox or flirts over drinks.
He's the one who watches, listens, and calculates the whole game three moves ahead.

Vibe: Sharp silence, brutal honesty, soft heart buried under ten layers of don't test me.

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