Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Trece

          Pierre closed the door of his car as he sat down in the seat behind the wheel. The door smash echoed through the parking garage, but silence filled the car. He contently left Amsterdam around three hours ago, taking a P4 and a very decent amount of points back home. It was a great result for the team and Pierre had enjoyed every lap around the circuit of Zandvoort. The Dutch fans had been crazy and to see the grandstands filled like that was an amazing sight for sure. The last two weeks were busy. Well, not the last few weeks. Ever since he got out of the plane from Rouen, after visiting his family, he had to go back to his training and back to the simulator in Faenza with Alpha Tauri. Pierre drove out of the parking garage meanwhile, the door opening when his license plate was recognized. He was happy to be home for a week, especially as he lived in Milan and the next race weekend was here in Monza. It was another home race for him, he could sleep in his own bed every night after all.

He hadn't heard from Farah in quite a while, and he knew he was the one who left the last text on read, but he figured she was busy with the start of her university year as well. The groupchat had been quiet too, but he knew the other drivers were also very busy with racing. The nights he had off, he was seeing some friends, or he was just relaxing in his apartment, not too many screens involved. He thought he could text her tonight, after dinner. The time zones made it quite hard for them too, it was much earlier in New York, and she had already said before that she didn't want to text too often in case it would be too late in Europe. Pierre didn't mind it much, however, they didn't have contact after Spa anymore. He liked it a lot that she send him a good luck message. Her Instagram stories were normally quite filled, but she hadn't been posting anything since the summer. Pierre knew that Rebecca was currently in Paris for her study, so he hoped she wasn't feeling lonely.

Pierre cut through the busy traffic on the highway to the center of Milan, and took the exit to make it to his apartment building right in the heart of the Italian city. Pyry, his trainer, for once didn't drive with him, he had a date tonight and was going to his own apartment straight away to get ready. Pierre wouldn't know how he still had the energy for that, but he was fine with it. A night in alone with some takeaway sounded quite amazing, and for that P4, he definitely deserved it. There was bit of traffic in the small streets, however, he easily got through and drove down to park his car in the underground parking garage. The doors opened automatically for him, and he parked it close to the elevator, so he could easily take his suitcases with him. He got up to the first floor, where he had to get out and walk around the reception of the building to get to the elevator that would lead him up to his apartment. He pressed the button and waited for it to come back down. He wasn't paying attention to the people walking by him, and he leaned against the wall with his phone in his hand.

"Pierre?"

His head turned at hearing a familiar voice, and his eyebrows furrowed together at who was standing next to him. "Farah?" he asked in disbelieve. A wide smile curled her lips, Pierre dropped the handles of his suitcases and they both didn't hesitate to fall into each other's arms. She laughed as he lifted her from the floor before putting her back down again. "What in the hell are you doing here?" Pierre asked, his hand gliding over her arm before letting it fall to his side again. "I live here now," she explained. "It's a long story, so, what in the hell are you doing here?" she asked. "I live here too," Pierre laughed. "This can't be, it's too much of a coincidence," Pierre added. "Which floor do you need?" he asked when they got into the elevator. "Sixth, you?" "Sixth," he chuckled, his grin widening. "You have the empty apartment next to me?" he said then, his eyes widening. "We're neighbours?" Farah asked, laughing as she couldn't believe this. "This is crazy, really. How have you been?" Pierre asked. "Great, actually. I decided to take on a late application for an exchange and here I am," Farah said.