Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Treinta y cuatro

          "Parco Sempione." 

Farah read from the plate in front of the entrance, a beanie pulled over her ears and her hands pushed into the pockets of her puffer jacket. "It sounds ugly when Americans say it," she added, causing Pierre to chuckle. He wore a long coat, and he looked warm and cozy, instantly making her want to jump into his arms. January in Milan was cold, but not as cold as in New York, which Farah appreciated. "Parco Sempione," Pierre repeated. "There you have it," he smiled. The park in Milan was close to the center, and it was a half an hour walk from Pierre's apartment. The park is situated between the 14th century castle, Castello Sforzesco, and the arch, Arca della Pace. Farah hadn't been in the park before, and as Pierre still had a few days off before his first obligations of the year started with Alpha Tauri, he decided to take her there. It had snowed a couple of days ago, but it had melted for the largest part already. The wind was still cold, and it made Farah bury her chin and her nose in her coat. The grind stone path scrunched beneath their feet.

Pierre pulled on the sleeve of her coat to pull her hand out of her pocket, lacing his fingers through hers. "We're having dinner with my parents tonight," he broke the silence as they walked on. "We're having... What?" Farah halted in her steps, pulling her hand back from his, the terrified look on her face making him laugh. "Come on, don't be like this," Pierre said, taking both of her hands in his to pull her to his chest. "I've never met them before," Farah said, her eyebrows furrowing together. "I know, that's the whole point," Pierre chuckled. "I would have preferred an earlier notice, Pierre," she said, her fingers curling into his winter coat. "Now you don't have time to worry about it," he replied, revealing his tactics. "They wanted to meet you ever since I told them about the girl I'm crazy about. And they're in Milan today and tomorrow," Pierre continued, and they slowly continued their walk into Parco Sempione. "I'm just scared of how they think of me after I left you, and now I'm back," Farah groaned. "It's alright, Farah. I never talked weirdly about it, so they can't have a wrong image of you," Pierre assured.

"Well, okay then," Farah responded, a small smile on her face. "Good, we're eating at my mom's favourite restaurant, at nine tonight," he added. Their fingers laced together again, and only the sounds of nature were audible in the following minutes. They walked past the castle, coming across people who were running and cycling, children playing with a ball in the grass. Even though the weather wasn't that stunning, there were a lot of people outside. "Have you figured out what to do with your last semester?" Pierre broke the silence once again. "I've asked permission to extend the exchange program, so I will have enough credits to get my Bachelor's degree," she said. "I will get a reply within four weeks," she added. "I also wanted to see if I could get a job anywhere here, or an internship," she said. "A job?" Pierre asked. "Don't tell me you have enough money for our relationship," Farah said, glancing over at him. "But I do," he shrugged, a grin tugging on his lips. "I didn't study three years at a University in New York to become a stay at home girlfriend," she said, making him nod as he agreed. 

"But where would you want to work?" he asked. "Maybe I can get an internship at one of the luxurious stores here, Prada, Dior," Farah said. "Or you can take a look at what Alpha Tauri's clothing line can offer," he nudged her side. "I've also been wanting to ask if you want to model for my personal store, but I didn't want to push it," Pierre said. "Really?" Farah asked. "Yeah, I mean, why not?" he said. "Why don't you come with me to the photoshoot next week, maybe I can introduce you to some people, see if they can mean anything to you and finishing your study," Pierre added. "I'd love that, if they allow me to come along," Farah said. "Of course, I'll arrange it," he said. "Thank you," she smiled, stopping him to place her hands on his cheeks and pull him down to kiss her. Pierre smiled against her lips, one of his hands placing at the back of her neck to pull her closer. She parted with a soft breath, gnawing on her bottom lip as he caressed her face. They walked up to the arch to exit the park. "Let's grab some hot chocolate?" Pierre suggested, and she gladly nodded.