Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

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"I love your style, absolutely," Charlotte Siné praised when Pierre and Farah approached the table in the restaurant where Charles and Charlotte were already seated. "Thank you," Farah smiled, embracing the Monégasque softly. Pierre's hand lingered on the small of her back until he shoved a chair back for her, and Farah sat down at the table. "You're studying fashion, right?" Charles asked when the couple was seated across them. "Yeah, I am," Farah nodded. "Currently also taking a lot of culture-related courses, but it fits nicely within my profile at the FIT in New York," she explained. They ordered some drinks and appetizers meanwhile, and Pierre leaned back in his seat to drape his arm over the back of hers. "So, you have to go back to New York eventually?" Charlotte asked. Farah nodded with a sigh. "But it's my home, you know? It'll be fine," she said, shrugging a little. "I've accidentally been in New York," Charles spoke up again with a chuckle, making Pierre laugh as the thought of the story. "How does one accidentally go to New York?" Farah asked, jokingly placing a hand over her heart.

"I was supposed to catch a flight to Austin, but my NIE wasn't approved, so I had to change my flight last minute and the destination was New York," Charles said. "It was a great experience, I hope to return someday, and a little longer than twenty-four hours," he chuckled, making Charlotte look over at him, hopefully. "Girl, you can just come over," Farah said, waving Charles away, and Charlotte smiled at her. "It must be amazing to live there," Charles said, and Pierre looked over at Farah as the look in her eyes slightly changed. "It's amazing," Farah said. "But I've been enjoying Milan so much, it's frustrating, honestly," she laughed. Pierre gnawed down at his bottom lip, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek, making her look back at him. The appetizers and their drinks were put down on the table, and while Pierre and Charles chose the alcohol-free options, Charlotte and Farah were happily sipping on their cocktails. Charlotte and Charles told them about their holiday plans of visiting Mexico, and that they'd be home in Monte Carlo for Christmas. Pierre and Farah hadn't discussed anything of it yet, as there was still plenty of time to do so.

Charles explained he had some childhood friends living in Monte Carlo who were in real estate, and they often went on holidays and nights out together, the girlfriends of Charles' friends got along well with Charlotte, which formed a nice friend group. It was comparable to the group of friends Farah joined in Ibiza, and she hoped they could do something like that again. The subject changed again when Charles and Pierre talked a bit about the expectations of the weekend, not in-depth, but just talking about some general things they didn't have the time for today. In a month the winter break would arrive anyway, and Pierre and Charles wouldn't see each other a lot then. Farah could see they are great friends off the track, and she liked having dinner with Charles and his girlfriend, which automatically meant that she knew some more faces around the paddock. They finished the dinner with some dessert and then decided to head back to the hotel quite early, as tomorrow was the race day, and both drivers wanted to be well-rested for the big day of the weekend.

They didn't mind splitting the bill, knowing there would be another double date when the other couple could pay. Pierre and Farah said goodbye to the Monégasque couple, and they took an Uber back to the hotel. It was a little past nine, which gave them enough time to relax a little before heading to bed. They were also packing already, as they were flying back to Milan tomorrow night, and they were taking their suitcases with them to the circuit. Farah had the key cards of the hotel room in her shoulder bag, and she got one to unlock the door. She pushed the door handle, and greeted with the cool aired room. "They are so lovely," Farah spoke up, switching some lights on. "Yeah, they're great," Pierre agreed. "I've known Charles for so long, it's insane to look at the history we have, and now we're racing in Formula One together," Pierre said, kicking his sneakers off and unbuttoning his blouse. "A better love story than ours." Pierre chuckled at what she said, approaching her when she stood in front of the mirror to take her jewelry off. She took her earrings out, carefully placing them back in their box.