Formula one shots

Pierre Gasly - Getaway car

It was a beautiful evening, the food was delicious and the people kind. The wine was cold and the temperature was pleasant. With live piano music and a gorgeous sunset, it could be one of your favorite evenings. Could be instead of was, because the only guy you didn't want to talk to just walked in the room.

Before he could even look for you, you hide yourself under the table. You crawled under it until you saw a spot without feet. You shove the chair aside and raise yourself to your feet. You got a weird look from the man next to you. "Is everything okay?" He asked you. "Is this seat taken?" You asked politely. "It's yours now." "Thank you." You straightened your dress and sat next to the mysterious man. "I have never seen you here before." You said to him. "Neither have I seen you here before." He said back to you and smiled wide. He had those outstanding green jade eyes, light brown-blondish hair and a beautiful smile. "If you don't mind me asking, but what were you doing under the table?" "Avoiding some duties." You said as casually as you could. The man smiled again at you, he was very very very attractive.

Just when you wanted to introduce yourself to the man next to you, you felt a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n,"

"Just the princess I was looking for." You thought that the guy next to you would have recognized you by now but it look like he was clueless. "Phillip, how nice to see you here." You said as fake as possible. "Would you like to eat with my family and me? We have a table separate from the rest." You didn't come here to eat separately from "the rest" let alone eat with him and his family. You knew you had to because there was not an actual reason to say no.

"Actually, she just wanted me to show around. Didn't you?" The man next to you said. Dad, please give him a Medaille he is the hero of the evening. Prince Phillip looked at the man next to you, he tried his best to hide his disgust. "Well, I will see you later then? Spare me a dance." Prince Phillip said and left with his bodyguard. "It's time to go now." You said and grabbed the man his hand. "You really want to leave with me? He seemed like big money." "Yeah, he can shove his money somewhere else. Do you have a car outside?" You asked. "Follow me." Now he was the one grabbing hands. You followed him down the stairs and hand in hand you ran to his car. "You ordered a getaway car?" He bowed and opened the door for you. As gentle as he could he let you step into his car. "Something about your car says to me that you have some money yourself." You said when you both sat down in his car.

"I do have a job where I can financially stable myself from. I am Pierre, Pierre Gasly." You looked thoughtful at him. "Aren't you one of the guys who risk their lives and drive in fast cars?" "That's one way to describe my job, yes." He turned on the engine and the exhaust pipe roared into the silent night. "Where are we going?" "Somewhere nice, casual and with food please. I am starving." Pierre chuckled softly. "I am y/n, by the way." "Well nice to meet you, y/n." "The pleasure is all mine, you are my lifesaver." "Was there any chance of dying if you stayed?" "Probably out of boredom." You had to laugh at your own joke.

"I hope you like it but this is one of my favorite, casual and down-to-earth places to eat. If you want to escape reality, this is the place to be." From the outside, it looked like an old building that could fall apart at every second but from the inside, it was such a cute space. It screamed Italy but it was really adorable. Pierre didn't lie when he told you he had been here before, the owner treated him as a son and he was also very polite and kind towards you.

You ordered some food and soft drinks and chatted with Pierre. You were curious about his life as a formula one driver, how he could manage everything and simply what his life look liked. When Pierre asked about your life you were interrupted by the ober who brought you your food, saved by the bell. You wanted to tell Pierre but you also liked the idea of him not knowing your "secret".