Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

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       Farah's first week at the University of Milan flew by. The days were relatively short, as the incoming students were given a week of introduction in order to get to know each other a little bit. Pierre had offered on Monday morning to drop her off at the University, but Farah thought it would be best if she learned the route there on her own by public transport or walking. Ever since they discovered that they were neighbors, they had seen each other every day. Either they had dinner together, or started the day together when Farah didn't have to be in early. She didn't want to invade his personal life, she knew he was busy with the preparations for the raceweekend in Monza, and his trainer was at his apartment a large part of the day as well. He had a rhythm she didn't want to disturb, but at the same time she wanted to be part of it. She thought it was going great this way, she was just happy to spend time with him again as well. Farah learned that he had a media day on Thursday, and he had left his apartment early to get to the circuit of Monza.

Pierre explained that he was doing a track walk with his team and that he was in the press conference ahead of the weekend. He had some general media duties in the afternoon, some training to be done, and he would be home a little past eight. Pierre also told her that this weekend had a different format than the usual weekends, as there was a sprint race planned on Saturday, which meant they were doing a qualifying session on Friday already. Pierre had told her that the top three in the sprint race could gain some extra points. Farah didn't really see the point of this, and Pierre had chuckled when she had severe critique on how that wasn't fair for the other drivers who could do very well by scoring a P4 or P5, which they maybe can't achieve in the race, and then they don't gain any points for it. It was clear that he would be away a lot this weekend, but Pierre suggested they could go out for dinner on Sunday evening, when all the pressure and stress of the weekend was behind him, and he had time to relax with her. Farah loved the idea and agreed right away.

Currently, on Friday afternoon, Farah was seated at her desk. She had placed it close to the windows that offered a great view over the Piazza del Duomo, and the sun was shining. She had a notebook in front of her, her agenda opened. She didn't have any assignments due yet, but there were some readings she had to do for a course, and she wanted to have them done before going out with Pierre this weekend. She had printed the reading, a marker ready to start a summary. Her laptop streamed the free practice session of Monza, and she waited for Pierre's car to pop into the screen, so she could take a picture. Farah captured her notebook and laptop in the picture, sending it to him with an emoji. She placed her phone in her drawer next, the sounds of the cars forming a nice background noise while she worked on her readings. Farah found herself engaging more and more with the sport, and she had followed Pierre's team on social media to not miss the updates from the positions they were in and the standings in the championship. And the cute pictures the team posted on their Instagram page, of course.

She had followed his Japanese teammate too, as Pierre had told her a lot about the young, small driver, who he appreciated a lot as a teammate. Farah was done with her work at the time of the sprint qualification, and she moved to sit on her couch in front of the TV, a cup of coffee between her fingers. Pierre qualified in P6, which was a great result in her opinion. It took a while, but after the media session and after spending some time in his driver's room, he had replied to Farah's text with a smiley and a heart emoji, which made her feel warm inside at the simple reply. He texted later that he was going to be home late, but he wanted to come over to spend some time together. Farah agreed, obviously. Pierre knocked on her door around nine, he was showered and was clothed in some leisure wear. He looked relaxed and satisfied with the day, which made her smile automatically. He greeted her with a quick kiss on her lips, and she told him they could watch some TV in her bedroom. The sheets were warm, the lightbulbs she had hung on her ceiling offering nice, soft lighting.