Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

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      Pierre pushed his cap over his head after placing the headphones on the table. It had been a long Thursday in Qatar. The triple header was slowly taking its toll, and while he felt fit and well-rested, the back-to-back weekends were intense. Qatar was the last race of the triple header, and Farah was flying in on Saturday morning, and he was eager to see her again. They had been calling and texting during the last couple of weeks, but he missed her and wanted to be with her again. Pierre and the rest of the team left the debrief room in the Alpha Tauri motorhome after a long meeting. Losail was a new track on the calendar, and they had spent the afternoon doing track walks and debriefing a lot of the results of the sim. Tomorrow would be a very useful day with two free practices coming up. Pierre liked the track, and he was curious to experience it while driving. He met Pyry again in his driver's room, and they collected their backpacks to leave the track. They were going to have dinner in Doha tonight, and Pierre felt his stomach rumble at the thought.

Pierre and Pyry made their way out of the paddock, where he signed some stuff from the fans and took some pictures here and there, before getting into the car. Pyry was driving, and Pierre leaned his head back against the seat of the car. "Long day, huh?" Pyry hummed, taking the turn to drive away from the circuit. "For sure," Pierre said, his hand covering his mouth as he yawned. "Just one more day and Farah's flying in, right?" His trainer continued, making Pierre nod with a grin. "Yeah, she's here by Saturday morning. Team's picking her up from the airport and taking her to the track right away," he added. "Right away? Dedicated much," Pyry grinned. "By her request," Pierre chuckled. Pyry looked over at Pierre, smiling as he noticed how happy Pierre is that Farah is joining them for this race. Pyry stopped the car in front of the hotel, and the valet personnel came up to them to park the car. They both got out, walking into the lobby. Their rooms were on different floors, so they split up afterward, but they'd meet up in the lobby again when they went out for dinner.

Pierre went into his room, throwing his backpack in the corner, and he kicked his sneakers off. He went for the shower straight away, stripping from his team wear and heading into the shower cubicle. He freshened up, washing off the sweat from walking in the humid heat the whole day. He trimmed his facial hair a little and spritzed some cologne onto his neck. Pierre styled his hair with some gel and got dressed in a black shirt and some jeans. His phone had been charging meanwhile, and he reached for it, seeing he had a text from Farah. The time difference between Doha and Milan was only two hours, so they had no issues with timezones.

Farah: Started packing already, can't wait to see you soon ❤️

To Farah: Can't wait either, baby. Let me know when you're boarding the plane 😘

Pierre had a stupid smile on his face, clicking on her profile picture that was a picture of the two of them at Lake Como. He put his phone in his pocket and reached for a thin jacket to go out again, not knowing yet that Farah was going to fly in tomorrow.

And Pierre didn't get to know either. Farah checked with Pyry to make sure it was all still a surprise. The teacher of the seminar she was supposed to have on Friday called in sick, and she had called the airline if they could reschedule her flight to late Friday morning. They were able to book her onto that flight, which meant she would be in Pierre's hotel room when he arrived. And that was exactly her plan. Farah was currently waiting in line to board her flight to Doha, and Pyry arranged that someone was picking her up to bring her to the hotel. The flight was around six hours, and she had booked a business class Qatar Airways ticket to travel to her first Grand Prix in style. The Sky Priority line was short anyway, and within a couple of minutes she sat down in her window seat. She put her bag in the luggage racks above her, sinking back into the seat with a content sigh. Farah felt a little giddy, butterflies in her stomach at the thought of surprising her boyfriend tonight.