Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Quince

The weekend in Monza was not a good one for Alpha Tauri. The sphere in the post-race briefing was a bit tense, as they were going home with a double DNF. Unfortunately, Yuki had a problem with his brakes, and Pierre had a problem with the throttle, leading to both cars parked in the garage before the end of the race. It made Pierre feel extra disappointed. He had such good memories here from last year. While he kept in mind that he might not have been able to replicate last year's race, he still felt confident with his P6 in qualifying. But it is what it is, and he couldn't turn the situation around. The race had been weird in general, a good weird as he liked that Ricciardo and Norris filled the top two steps of the podium at the end of the weekend, and they had all chuckled a little about the situation with Verstappen and Hamilton, after knowing both drivers were okay after their collision. There was not much to go about after they analyzed the problems that caused the double DNF. Pierre was glad that they could leave the track.

He had a date planned with Farah tonight, and he was sure it would take his mind of the unsuccessful result of the weekend. Pierre finally replaced his racing suit for some jeans and a sweater, and he pushed a cap over his hair before leaving his driver's room. He said goodbye to his team and walked to the car with Pyry, who he'd drop off at home on the way. Pierre had booked a table at a restaurant nearly across their apartment building. He made sure the table would be alongside the windows that offered a stunning view upon the Duomo of Milan. Pierre realized that he had a week off before they were travelling to Sochi, and he hoped to spend some more time with Farah now she was properly settled in her apartment as well. Pierre had told Pyry all about it, how Farah was selected to study in Milan, and she coincidently moved in the apartment next to him. Pierre was sure it was a sign from above. He dropped Pyry off at his flat and honked before driving onto the road again. It would be just five minutes, and he was home too.

Pierre longed for a shower after such a long day, and he was quite hungry too. The dinner with Farah would be a perfect and positive end to the weekend. He parked his car in the underground parking garage and then took the elevator to his floor. He texted Farah meanwhile to let her know he was getting ready and would come to pick her up when it was time to leave. They had about an hour to get ready. Pierre started the shower, leaving the water to warm up while he quickly picked a pair of jeans and a white button-up shirt. He paired it with some sneakers. Pierre went into the bathroom and showered. He didn't need a lot of time, and therefore he was ready after fifteen minutes. He blow-dried his hair a little, then styled it with some gel. He looked in the mirror in his bedroom while buttoning up his shirt. Pierre locked the buttons, but left the upper ones open. Not much later, he took his coat and made his way out of his apartment to get to Farah's. As the restaurant was very close, there were walking anyway. He knocked on her door, and felt his heart rate quickening lightly.

He heard her heels clicking against the floor before she opened the door. He looked down at her, a bright smile plastered onto her face. "Hi," Farah beamed. "Hey, gorgeous," Pierre complimented her, as she looked stunning in the light blue bodycon dress, her hair up in a ponytail. Farah swung a small bag over her shoulder, and she grabbed her coat to just leave it hanging on her shoulders. "You look very nice," she complimented him after quickly letting her eyes wander up and down his appearance. "Thanks," Pierre grinned, and he leaned down to kiss her cheek. Farah locked her door and they went to the elevator. "I'm very glad we don't have to walk a lot," she giggled, and Pierre looked down at her heels. "I can imagine," he chuckled, nevertheless he loved the look on her, how it elevated her curves, and how she still looked smaller than him. They walked out of the elevator when it reached the main floor, and his fingers trailed down her arm to intertwine his fingers with hers.

Farah smiled up at him as they left the apartment building, walking on the pavement to cross the Dome square. The square was lit up beautifully and it was a stunning sight by night. They reached the other side of the square and Pierre opened the door of the restaurant for her. The warmth of the restaurant blew into her face as soon as she stepped inside, and she felt her stomach rumble at the smell of the food being prepared. The hostess took their names and crossed their reservation on the list, then guiding them upstairs to the second floor of the restaurant. They were seated at a table next to the window, as Pierre had requested. He shoved a chair back for her and Farah sat down with a smile. The menu cards were brought right away and they ordered a bottle of wine ahead. "Is this our first date?" Farah asked, her fingers resting on a page of the menu. "I guess it is," Pierre smiled, looking into her eyes. "If you don't count the breakfast we had together in Ibiza," he added, making her heart flutter at the thought that he'd see that moment as a date.