Overall Baku had been a really great experience. There was still no way that Fiona was over her fear, but it had been really great progress.
Pierres podium made the weekend even better than it already had been. The atmosphere at the hospitality was great. Nothing like she had ever witnessed in all her time spent there.
Of course, Pierre was over the moon with his achievement. So far, this season had been really great for him.
Fiona couldn't been happier. She knew what a struggle these past couple of years had been for him and how much the degradation from Red Bull took a toll on him.
She was glad everything had turned around for him.
The flight home was going to be a very interesting one. The two of them would catch a ride to Monaco on Max' plane. She heard Daniel would be there as well.
He alone would be enough to not make the trip home boring and Pierre definitely had something to celebrate tonight.
Max on the other hand, she was sure, would be really frustrated after how his race ended up.
She had been on Max' plane a few times back in the days and a lot of the times there were drinks involved. Tonight would most likely be one of those times and the Dutch certainly knew how to drink and more significantly, he knew how to make others drink as well.
There would definitely be a hangover in need of nursing tomorrow.
Pierre would spend the night at her place and then fly out to England tomorrow afternoon to spent some time in the simulator before the last race of the first half of the season in Hungary next Sunday.
She wouldn't be able to fly over Budapest since she would depart for Italy on Wednesday. The plan was to spent to weeks at a resort near Venice were her and Elles family always went to every Summer since the two girls were little. It had always been something she was really looking forward to. This year as well.
Two weeks of nothing but the ocean and warm summer nights with some of the people she loved the most.
After that Fiona decided to spent some time in Milan. Pierre would be on vacation for the first few days but he had already told her that she could stay at his place.
Maybe, she would be able to meet up with Cate during her stay.
Fiona made a mental note to text the Italian as soon as she got back to Monaco.
Currently, she was seated at the VIP waiting area in the Baku Airport and all of them were waiting to board the plane. About half an hour ago they were informed that there would be a slight delay due to weather conditions. Fiona had her headphones in her ears, listening to some All Time Low.
Her head rested on Pierres shoulder and she had her kindle in her hands with the book she was currently reading on display.
However she didn't make too much progress, as she was trying not to fall asleep.
Pierre eventually ended her struggles, nudging her gently in the side. Fiona lifted her head from his shoulder, blinking a few times to get rid of the sleepiness.
„What's up?", she asked him, her voice a little bit hoarse.
„I think he wants to talk to you." He told her quietly, gesturing to something in front of him with his eyes.
Fionas flickered over to what he was looking at. When she saw that it was Charles sitting on one of the benches opposite to them, directly looking at her, she abruptly looked away from him.
„Then why is he just sitting there staring at me?" She asked Pierre rhetorically.
He looked at her softly, „ I don't think he dares to. He's afraid. He knows he hurt you, he doesn't want to make it even worse."
