This is a Y/N and Pierre Gasly love story. Pierre Gasly is a famous Formula 1 driver and you are an ordinary girl with a collection of mementos put into a scrapbook. After meeting at a bar one night, this story follows you falling in love and finall...
The first date. They are always the ones I'm nervous about. Then again, I've never been on a second.
Now, I don't want to launch into a whole speech about how this time will be different, because my gut tells me so.... But I do feel different. I'm an over-thinker, so when this adorable man who seems to genuinely like me calls me beautiful, I laugh and say "you're not so bad yourself".
Yup.
I said that.
Massive facepalm.
Nervously before linking on to his outstretched arm, I glance up at my apartment window, where the napkin and so many blank pages await.
"You okay?" He asked looking me in the eyes.
I smiled.
"Never better. So. Where to?"
He nods toward left.
"I know a place."
As we walked down the street, small talk quickly turned to laughing. He's so sweet and genuine.
"So, what about ur family? Any siblings?" He nudged me playfully.
"Ya! We're close I guess. I'm the youngest of four sisters so it's been a journey. You know, my parents wanted me to be an engineer, so I got my degree, but.... I'm not sure that's what's right for me." I laughed and nudged him back. "What about you?"
He then told me all about his sister. Wow. He is very family oriented. The discussion then moved to occupation.
"Well, I'm currently with no plan," I said awkwardly as I shoved my hands deep into my denim pockets through his linked arm. "But, I have a part-time job serving coffee at the cafe down there". I took my hand out of my pocket and pointed in the opposite direction. "It sucks. What about you, what crappy job experiences have you had?" I said the last part in a playful yet genuine tone.
"I can't complain. I was demoted a while ago, but I bounced back. But no, I want to talk more about you. So what is it your heart really wants to do if not engineering?"
That question was what had been tearing me apart for months. I know that if I pursued what I really wanted, I wouldn't get far.
"I don't know." Suddenly the individual pieces of gravel on the ground seemed interesting to me as we walked.
"See, I don't believe you." He said matter-of-factly.
I glance back up to his ocean blue eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, there is something you really want to do, but you're scared. What is it?"
This man seemed to know so much about me, and I've only known him for less than 24 hours.
"Writing. Journalism. Ideally fiction on the side". I shuddered. I had never said it out loud before then.
He smiled, his cute goofy smile. "There it is". He than added enthusiastically, "oh look! We're here!"
We turned the corner to find this adorable retro, pastel and very romantic ice cream parlour. The bell chimed as we made our way inside from the hot summer breeze.
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As overwhelmed as I was by this beautiful sight, I couldn't help but wonder why he had never told me what he does for work.
