Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Dieciocho

Farah leaned back against the seat behind her desk, one foot was propped up on the sitting surface while the other was dangling above the floor. She sighed softly, her eyes averting from the screen of her laptop and looking out of the window. She had an assignment due tomorrow, and she wanted to finish it today. There wasn't a lot of work left, and a part of her wanted to move her laptop to the corner of her desk and take her jacket and leave for a short walk, but another part wanted to just finish it. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, and whatever she typed next, didn't connect well enough to the other paragraph of the assignment, and she figured she just needed to clear her head. Farah had put her phone aside hours ago, she wanted to focus, but her focus was gone now anyway. She stood up and stretched her limbs, taking a sip of her tea that turned cold, and she walked over to the table where she had left her phone. Farah picked up the device, seeing a couple missed notifications from Instagram and some texts.

She opened WhatsApp to find Pierre's texts on the top of the conversations. A smile curled her lips. This morning, she already explained to him that she had to study.

Pierre: I know you're busy, but maybe you want to go to the gym with me?

Pierre: I'm sure you can use a break, mon coeur

Pierre: Please? 😘

Farah chuckled at the 'please' he left as the last text, which was sent about half an hour ago. She figured she could use a break. Pierre had been training the last couple of days, and they had spent some time together, but not a lot. Pierre's preparing for his next race weekend in Russia, and he's leaving next Tuesday. The last time she stayed over at his place, Pyry came to pick him up. She liked being around him even though he was busy with his things, such as the huge package of driver cards which were delivered to his house, which he had to put his autograph on. They didn't mind being with each other, while both doing their own things meanwhile, and she could work on her assignments and readings that way. Farah texted him back that she's down to go to the gym. She had to admit that she had gotten a membership on the gym just around the corner, but she hadn't made the time to go there often, while she clearly wanted to keep her shaped body. Good thing she was with an athlete who had to eat healthy, so she wasn't stuffing herself with pasta all the time.

Farah dug into the drawers of her closet and plucked a legging out, she found a sports bra and a long sleeved crop top, which she threw on not much later. Farah turned her laptop off and didn't bother to clear the mess on her desk, and she reached for her water bottle and a towel to put in her bag. She wasn't sure if they'd be working out together, so she threw her headphones in as well. Pierre was just locking his door behind him when she came out of her apartment, and he smiled widely at her. "Hey," he greeted her. "Hi," Farah replied, walking up to him after throwing her keys in her bag too. "Haven't seen you in your workout fit a lot yet," Pierre grinned, his eyes gliding over her appearance, as she looked as beautiful as ever. "Well," Farah smiled, her hand briefly resting on his chest to peck his lips. Pierre himself was wearing a pair of sweats and a sweater, a bag swung over his shoulder. "Aren't you training with Pyry today?" Farah asked while they headed over to the elevator. "No, I wasn't supposed to train today, but I felt like doing something," Pierre shrugged.

"Sounds good," Farah nodded. The elevator doors opened on the main floor of the apartment building, and they walked out. "I'm sorry if I interrupted your study session," Pierre sheepishly smiled at her. "I was almost done anyway," Farah replied, returning the smile. They entered the gym, swiping their passes through the holder for entrance to the changing rooms. They briefly split up to drop their bags there and then met again. Their workouts were different, obviously, as Farah didn't have to train like an F1 driver. They warmed up together, and Farah put her headphones on when they split up once more. Pierre remained a little longer on the cardio, while she made her way to the weights area and picked the barbell for a couple of compound exercises. Pierre looked over at her, admiring the way she went to work. She could lift heavy, seriously heavy, and he loved the look of determination on her face. The gym wasn't very busy, and next to them, only four or five people more were there. Farah was the only girl at the moment, and the moment she started squatting, she got some more attention.