Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Tres

       Farah felt instantly better after a shower, and after she washed her hair. She spent quite some time styling her onyx strands, making sure they would twirl in beachy waves down her back. She picked a lilac dress to wear, a wrap dress that accentuated her tight waist, yet was flowing around her legs. It had little ruffles at the v-necked top. Rebecca was currently occupying the shower, so Farah went back to the living room already. She heard some sounds coming from the terrace on the outside, so she crossed the kitchen. "I'm glad you're already here, Farah. It proved my point of how long Rebecca takes to get showered and then get dressed and ready," Tom spoke from the sofa with a sigh, the cap he was wearing to cover his still wet hair rested over his eyes. Stoffel smirked at his comment, but he was on his phone meanwhile. Pierre sat next to him, who bared his teeth with a grin, looking from Tom up to Farah. "Well, she always looks gorgeous though, beauty takes some time, Tom," Farah replied, her eyes darting over to Pierre. His smile sunk a little, but only because he quickly looked over her bright appearance.

"You're right about that," Tom agreed. "Where's Sean?" Farah asked, noticing there was one of the guys missing. "Ironing his shirt," Pierre replied. "Do you want something to drink before we leave?" Tom asked, sitting up. "I'm getting a beer," he added. "Ehm, what else do you have?" Farah laughed softly. "You know what, I'll get you what Rebecca always drinks," Tom got up from the sofa. "Fine with me," Farah chuckled in response. Tom went back inside, leaving Pierre and Farah. "You look nice, Farah," Pierre complimented her. "Thank you," she smiled at him. "I couldn't wait for a proper summer," she said. "Do you normally leave New York in summer or...?" Pierre asked. "Not really, I wasn't planning on going on a holiday this summer either, actually," Farah said. "So, Rebecca forced you to come here?" Pierre's eyebrows furrowed together with a concerned frown. "More or less, but I gave permission," Farah said, crossing her legs over each other and leaning her elbow on the back of the chair she was seated on. "I see," Pierre grinned. "She full on manipulated you, Farah, I overheard your phone conversation two nights ago," Tom said as he came back.

Farah laughed at his comment, and at the same time, Sean entered the terrace as well. "Rebecca's almost done," he commented. "She shouted at me to pass it on," Sean let himself fall back on the sofa next to Tom. Farah sipped on her drink meanwhile, and she tasted the sweet cocktail Tom had prepared. She reminded herself to not drink too much, she really wanted to have a good night of sleep tonight. Rebecca came down after ten minutes too, and they were ready to go. Their apartment was not far from the area where many restaurants were located. The girls had their arms linked together, walking in front of the guys. It was late in the evening, and Farah noticed that she was getting hungry. Normally, she spread her meals over the day and always made sure she ate the right portions for her metabolism, but she went off that schedule when she stepped onto the plane yesterday. "They have delicious food here," Rebecca interrupted her thoughts before she could think about the fear of letting go of her fit lifestyle.

"Such great Sangria as well," Rebecca added. "I'm so happy you're here," she sighed again. "We're going to have such a good time. Starting tonight!" She chirped, and let go of Farah's arm as she walked up to the host of the restaurant, asking for a table for five in perfect Spanish. Farah shook her head with a chuckle, there was a single brain cell in Rebecca, and the poor thing even knew Spanish. The group moved inside, getting a table close to the beach. There were cute lightbulbs spread through the restaurant, and the fresh sea breeze blew over the terrace. Farah sat down next to Rebecca, who suggested ordering a large Sangria glass right away, so they could drink from it throughout the dinner. They passed through their orders and enjoyed an appetizer for the five of them. Farah truly enjoyed the evening. She felt worry-free, and she was doing her best to not think about the strict meal program she usually follows. It's okay to let go for once, and it felt great. She caught up with Rebecca, who had applied to study at another faculty at the University of New York for a semester, to broaden her study. She would receive the news if she got accepted soon.