Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Cuatro

    Pierre huffed softly, turning around under the thin sheets. His eyelids fluttered already, but he didn't want to give in to it yet. The white curtains didn't do much to block out the bright sunlight that came through the window, and the light had woken him up. He buried his head further in the pillow, attempting to catch on to that sleepy feeling again, however, he failed. After a couple of minutes more, Pierre reached for his phone that was charging on the nightstand. His throat felt rather dry when he swallowed hard, and his eyebrows furrowed together when he noticed he had forgotten to put a glass of water on his nightstand. Pierre rolled to his back, taking his phone between his fingers. It was just a little after seven, and now he was awake for a couple of minutes already, he felt his sleepiness slowly fade out. Pierre turned his alarm clock on his phone off, and he opened some social media apps. He swiftly moved through the many notifications his accounts had, he liked some comments here and there, and then locked the screen of his iPhone again.

Pierre was pretty sure he'd be the only awake in the whole house, but he got out of bed anyway. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, moving a hand through his messy strands. He slipped into some shorts and made his way downstairs on his bare feet. Just like he assumed, there was no one seated in the kitchen nor the living room. He reached for the kitchen cabinet and took a glass out, filling it up with water. He drank it right away and refilled it again. He leaned against the marble counter, a shiver running up his spine. The air conditioning system had been cooling this place non-stop, and in the morning it was actually quite chilly. Pierre wasn't aware of another person coming down the stairs, and that person was not aware that Pierre was standing there in the kitchen. Farah coming suddenly into his sight, Pierre visibly jumped and cursed under his breath. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Farah softly said, not sure if their voices would be audible for the sleeping people upstairs. "It's alright, I didn't hear you coming down the stairs," Pierre chuckled. "You're up early. Didn't you want to sleep in?" Pierre asked.

Farah swallowed hard when she suddenly realized that she was wearing just the oversized shirt and a pair of panties, her hair messily gathered behind her head. "I-I just couldn't sleep anymore," she stammered eventually. "Guess it's just my body getting used to everything," Farah added, moving past him to get a glass of water as well. Pierre nodded, turning his head to watch her when she reached for the cabinet, standing on her tippy-toes. His cheeks heated up slightly when the shirt she was wearing rode up a little, but his eyes didn't move until she turned back to him. "What woke you up this morning?" Farah asked, her own pair of hues falling on his muscled physique. He had a great pattern of abdomen sketched on his stomach, strong shoulders and firm biceps. "The bad set of curtains in front of my window," Pierre admitted, causing them both to laugh a little. His shorts hung lowly on his hips, gently revealing the v-lines that disappeared under the blue material. "Do you want to head out and get some breakfast? There's a bakery at the end of the street," Pierre suggested then.

"Yeah, sure. Let me get dressed a little more appropriate," Farah giggled, finishing her glass of water. "Me too," Pierre agreed, and they both went to their rooms. Farah replaced her pj's for a pair of denim shorts and a cropped top, slipping her feet into some slippers. She took her phone with her, and quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face before she got back downstairs. Pierre was waiting for her, carrying a bag in his hand. "Should we let the others know we're out?" Farah asked when they pulled the door of the apartment closed behind them. "That might be good," Pierre replied, and Farah was quick to send Rebecca a text to let her know she and Pierre were out to do some groceries for breakfast. "What's on the schedule for today?" Farah asked when they walked on the pavement next to each other. "You mentioned you'd like to hike, so we can go hiking after breakfast if you want. The others were enthusiastic, but they'll come along for sure," Pierre chuckled, pushing his sunglasses over his eyes. "And we hired a yacht for the afternoon," he informed her. "Oh, really?" Farah asked. "Yes, didn't Rebecca tell you?" Pierre said.