Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Uno

Farah felt the burn in her muscles when she squatted with the weights one last time. She huffed when she straightened her posture again, placing the barbell back in its holder. Her workout was done here. She was sweating and feeling good, energized, even though she had just burned over five hundred calories. Music was blasting through her headphones, and she reached for her phone that laid on the floor, next to her water bottle and her towel. Farah wiped her forehead, sitting down on the mat to perform some post-workout stretches. It was late in the evening, but she felt like blowing off some steam. Let's dive a little deeper into Farah's character, which will create a better understanding about her being and what leads her to the gym every single day. Two years ago by now, when the COVID-19 virus spread nearly all over the world, Farah too was one of the students of the FIT, the Fashion Institute of Technology, in New York, who couldn't continue going to her university classes.

Farah was not the right person for a lockdown. While some of her friends enjoyed the time spend alone, or moved back to their families in other states of the United States, Farah stayed in New York, and tried to make the COVID-19 lockdown the best one of her life. For Farah, the months of not going to school existed of living of the adrenaline of secret parties, going out during the restrictions, and moving from one Tinder fling to another. Catching onto COVID-19, and realizing that she would be kicked off the study of her dreams if she didn't get her shit together, Farah decided it was enough. The remaining time of the lockdown was spent on her. She wanted to focus on herself only. Farah started by getting her energy back. She got up early, she ate healthy, took more fresh air. She focussed on her study, on her tests, on her designing study. Farah didn't feel happy in her own body, which resulted in finding advice from personal trainers, getting help mentally.

And right now? She is the strongest version of herself ever. Rocking a decent set of abs, toned arms and legs, stable mental health and a straight A report at the end of her second year of university, Farah felt like everything was just right. No distractions, no parties. As her lifestyle changed so drastically, it was not easy to make friends. So far, none of the girls she partied with earlier, was up to go to the gym early or late, and none of them understood why she drank mocktails instead of cocktails, and none of them truly supported her lifestyle the way it was now. And Farah didn't need those people in her life. Except for Rebecca Stanford. Rebecca was the first model she ever worked with, and the only girl who had supported her the way she was. Rebecca was the one who hyped her up to go to the gym each day, who was doing all the marketing she could to get Farah in touch with brands like Gymshark. Farah sighed while thinking of Rebecca.

Rebecca was going to spend the complete summer break in Europe. Her boyfriend, Tom Blomqvist, was some kind of racing driver. Farah had never really seen him before, she just knew him from pictures with Rebecca and Rebecca sometimes told something about his racing seasons. At the moment, Farah didn't even know what kind of series he's racing. Tom is from Sweden, and therefore Rebecca is often out of the States. Farah wanted to stay home in New York. Because of the summer break, she finally had time to train at her maximum. Next to that, she wanted to get some proactive work in for the third year of her study at the Fashion university, in hope to impress some professors there. Was it overachieving? Yeah, probably. Farah stood up from the mat, taking her belongings with her. She felt like her head was cleared, although she started to feel slightly rosy and tired. Farah lived just around the corner, so she was home within five minutes.

Farah walked up to her locker, and she swung a sweater over her head. She took her bag with her, and continued towards the exit. While opening the door and walking onto the streets of New York, her phone started to ring and Rebecca's contact showed up on her screen. A smile curled Farah's lips, and she accepted the call right away. "Hey Farah!" her friend's voice sounded in her ear. "I just called to let you know that we arrived in our apartment in Ibiza. The weather is such a dream here, even though it's late and our flight was seriously delayed," Rebecca sighed. "I'm glad to know you've arrived safely. I'm sure you'll forget about the delay when you can spend two weeks in your bikini with a cocktail from tomorrow on," Farah laughed softly. She waited on the pavement, and then crossed the street to her apartment building. "For sure," Rebecca replied. "So, what are you up to?" she asked. "I just came home from the gym," Farah said. "I planned some workouts for the upcoming weeks, so, looking forward to getting challenged by it. And next to that, I wanted to visit some museums and draw more sketches," Farah explained.

"Would you consider yourself to have a filling schedule?" Rebecca asked. Farah frowned a little, putting the phone between her ear and her shoulder while unlocking her door to enter her apartment. She kicked her shoes off in the hallway. "Not really, why?" Farah asked. She let herself fall on the couch in her living room. "I know I already asked, but Farah, please. There's still a room left in the apartment we rented. Think of all the fun we could have together when we're together in Ibiza!" Farah sighed deeply. "Rebe, I already told you, this summer is important for me to-..." "Get in shape, but babe, you have been living your hot girl summer since the Spring of 2020. And the friends of my boyfriends are basically athletes too, you can train with them all the time," Rebecca said. "And honey, have you ever given yourself the chance to show off that body you trained so hard for?" Farah chuckled softly. She had to admit, Rebecca was having a good speech ready at the moment.

"If you're going to start thinking or lecturing me about the 'no distractions, no parties' policy you put up for yourself, we're going to end our friendship right here." Both of the girls laughed. "You deserve to relax after one and a half year of such hard work, Farah. There's no one else I know who could match your effort and change of lifestyle," Rebecca said. Farah felt her heart skipping a beat at her sweet friend. "Can I at least think about it, or are you not giving me any time to decide?" Farah asked. "No, you have to tell me right now, because then I will hit the order button right here and a ticket to Ibiza will land into your mailbox!" Rebecca chirped. "You are manipulating me," Farah defended. "An answer, please!" Farah laughed, shaking her head. It was quiet for a couple seconds. "Alright, I'm going to Ibiza." She held the phone away from her ear when Rebecca was screaming with joy, and she could hear Tom in the background to tone it down a little.

Just like Rebecca said, her phone indicated she had received an email, and a flight from JFK Airport to Ibiza was booked for her. Rebecca is truly ridiculous for doing this, but Farah loved her friend loads. "I already can't wait till you're here," Rebecca said after she calmed down a little. "I'm sure the guys here will like you, they are so good to be around," she continued. "You better start packing!" Farah smiled, still laughing at the whole plan they just made. "I'm so happy, Farah. You have no idea. Text me when you arrive, and I'll pick you up from the airport. We're going to head out for some drinks, so we'll text later, okay?" Rebecca asked. "Of course, have fun. And, see you soon," Farah nearly sang. The friends said their goodbyes and Farah leaned back against the couch with a large grin on her face. Her summer just got a sudden twist, and she had a feeling like it was going to be the best one ever. Farah moved to grab her laptop from the table, starting it up to open her mail.

Her flight was departing tomorrow at noon, and she would arrive in the early afternoon in Ibiza. She had a layover in Brussels, and then the trip was short to the Spanish island. Rebecca was right, she indeed needed to start packing already. Farah got up and made her way to her bedroom, pulling the large suitcase she owned from under her bed. She opened it up and then looked in her closet. She threw in practically all summer dresses she owned, some shorts and t-shirts. Farah looked at the many bikinis and swimsuits she had, and threw in a couple of them as well. Sandals, slippers, heels, fancy dresses, skirts, and most important, her leggings and sport bra's, were thrown in too. The other half of her suitcase was filled with underwear and all the products she'd need for personal hygiene. Adrenaline and excitement filled her veins, and she felt relieved that the others on Rebecca's trip were athletes too, meaning that she could keep up with her training and physical health.

She looked forward to getting to know them, expand her group of friends. Farah closed her suitcase and let herself fall back on her bed. Within fifteen hours, she is going to leave New York to have the best two weeks of her life. And she had no idea yet who she was going to meet in Ibiza.

A/N: A chapter to introduce Farah to you all, the chapter is a bit short, but the other chapters will of course be longer and include Pierre as well. I hope you liked it so far! As always, feedback is very welcome.