Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Diecinueve

A/N: As a dutchie used to rain, cold, wind, and 3 days of summer during summer, I have no idea what Italian weather is like, so hopefully I didn't write nonsense about hot summer days in September.

         There were a couple of days left before Pierre had to leave to Sochi. He hadn't seen Farah since they went to the gym, and Farah explained she had to study for a midterm. It was good to leave some space for each other for those days, as Pyry came over to train with Pierre and make sure everything was up to schedule. He also had the time to pack ahead for the grand prix in Russia. Pierre went out for a run this morning and later went to get some groceries. He knew Farah would be done with her test at ten this morning. He wished her luck last night, not wanting to disturb her this morning in case she was nervous. Pierre walked back to his apartment after he bought some groceries for till he was leaving Milan, and came across the flower stand on the corner of the Piazza Cordusio. Pierre lingered in his steps when looking at the colorful bouquets, and he leaned forward to take one of them. He paid for it not much later, and continued his way to his apartment building. Pierre hoped Farah would be in her apartment already.

He took the elevator upstairs and unlocked his door. Pierre was quick to store the groceries and then walked out again to cross the hallway. He knocked on her door, and it didn't take long before she opened. Pierre grew warm at the sight of the smile curling her lips. She was wearing a simple sundress, yet looking beautiful as ever. "Bonjour, jolie," Pierre grinned, leaning down to wrap her up in his embrace, keeping the flowers safe in his free hand. Farah kissed his cheek, her hand sliding over his arm. "I brought these for you," he said. Farah felt the butterflies in her stomach when her eyes fell on the beautiful flowers. "Thank you," Farah smiled up at him, her hand briefly cupping his cheek to peck his lips now. Pierre closed the door behind him while she searched for a vase to put the flowers in. "How did your test go?" Pierre asked, leaning against the kitchen counter when she poured some water in the vase. "I think it went pretty well. I hope to see a grade soon," Farah replied. "Waiting for the grade always deteriorates my feeling about it," she chuckled, putting the vase on the table.

"Well, I thought we could spend some time together before I leave to Russia," Pierre said. "Relax together, so, you won't be stressing about your grade," he added. "What did you have in mind?" Farah asked, stepping closer to him. "We take the car to lake Como, we rent a boat, we stay there for a night..." Pierre summed up. "Like... our first getaway?" Farah said, feeling slightly giddy as a giggle slipped past her lips. "Mhm," Pierre nodded with a grin, pulling her close to him. She squealed as he lifted her up to twirl her around. "The weather is going to be stunning this week, spending a day at Lake Como in the late summer period is amazing," Pierre said. The lake is located in northern Italy, and it was about an hour drive from Milan, if the traffic went well, too. "Let's talk about it over lunch, I'll make a reservation at the Hilton this afternoon. We can leave tomorrow," Pierre said. Farah wrapped her arms around his neck, and his heart grew a couple sized in his chest at seeing her this happy. "I'm sorry I can't make it a longer getaway, like a holiday or something, I-..." "Stop, please. Don't apologize, what the hell," Farah laughed.

"I love every day, minute, second we spend together," Farah said. Pierre smiled at her, kissing her lips once more. "I'll make a call to the hotel quickly," Pierre said, deciding not to wait till later. "Okay, celeb," Farah teased, causing him to laugh while getting his phone. Farah slipped her feet in some boots meanwhile, and grabbed a small bag to bring while they were getting lunch. She heard Pierre speaking in Italian, and she had to admit that she loved it that he spoke the language too. "A room with view is booked, breakfast included," Pierre said. "I can't wait," she smiled. They headed out of her apartment, and she locked her door before they went into the elevator to get downstairs. While the grand prix weekend of Italy was over, there were still fans in the city, visible because of their Ferrari merchandise. Pierre's fingers were loosely wrapped around her hand, and nobody seemed to recognize him. They sat down at a table outside a cute restaurant in one of the small streets connected to the Piazza del Duomo.