Moscow Mule - [Pierre Gasly]

III

"I'm sure we will see Pierre again," Daria mused while seated behind the wheel of their rental Bentley. She was driving them to the circuit today. "If you want to date him, go ahead," Azar replied, tapping away on the keyboard of her phone. Her father asked if she was arriving any time soon, there was a press moment with Ferrari Trento, and he wanted her to be there. "Nooo, girly. He was clearly into you. You should have seen his face when you left him hanging at the bar last night," Yasna sounded from the backseat, leaning forward on the two seats in the front of the car. "I'm sure he found another girl to buy drinks later," Azar said, putting her phone in her purse and taking her sunglasses, pushing them up her nose. "Why are you so reluctant?" Daria moaned. "If he's up for a fun night, why decline?" she added, turning the car onto the parking lot where the VIP guests could leave their cars. "Because I want to play, so my game, my rules," Azar replied, reaching for the handle to open the door. She got out of the car, taking her purse with her.

Azar put her paddock pass around her neck, waiting for her friends to get out of the car as well. She was dressed in a black two piece and a pair of heeled sandals. "I'm going to meet my dad, you can head up to the lounge and I will follow you later," Azar said. "Okay, see you!" Daria chirped. The friends parted after they scanned their paddock passes at the entrance. After she bumped into Pierre Gasly yesterday in the paddock, the media had been quick to find out who she was. Photographers snapped pictures of her when she walked by, she gave some of them a small smile and a wave. Azar gasped as a ball was kicked her way, which she stopped with the heel of her shoe. "Sorry, Ms. Hosseini. Didn't see you there," Pierre's signature grin was written on his face as he approached her. "I'm sure you didn't," Azar replied, giving the ball a soft kick to get it back to him. He easily kicked it up and caught it. "I'll catch you later, mate," the Ferrari driver he was kicking a ball back and forth with left them to get to the Ferrari garage. Azar lifted her sunglasses to her forehead.

"Seems like we're headed in the same direction," the French driver spoke. "Are we?" Azar said. "Paddock club for the Ferrari Trento press moment," Pierre followed. "Hmm, so we are," she muttered. "I'm doing a guest appearance there, in case you were wondering," he added. "I wasn't, but thanks," Azar said, giving him a short, sweet smile. "Are you free tonight?" Pierre asked next, pushing the cap backwards over his head. "Don't you have a race to prepare for at the end of the day?" Azar asked. Pierre opened the door of the paddock club terrace for her, and they headed inside.

"And you already tried to ask me out yesterday."

"You didn't answer my question."

Pierre halted her before they could walk further, where people were already gathered and awaiting Pierre's appearance. "Depends on what I need to be free for tonight," Azar said, crossing her feet at her ankles, one of her hands in her sides. "Just a drink," he said, his eyes briefly gliding over her gorgeous face and fine figure. "Fine," Azar answered. "My hotel has a rooftop cocktail bar, meet me at the Four Seasons at the Surf Club at ten," she said. "I suppose you will hand me your number?" Pierre grinned, leaning against the wall as he looked down at her.

"You supposed wrong, Gasly. I just told you the place where you'll meet me tonight," Azar said, looking up at him through her lashes. "So, you'll see me there," she said, her hand brushing against his chest when she moved past him. Pierre felt a bit defeated, looking down at the floor when she left. He gnawed down on his bottom lip, turning around as he saw her walking up to her father, her arms wrapping around him with a quick hug. Her hair ran in waves down her back, the long skirt wrapping so elegantly around her legs. Pierre shook his head at himself, taking his cap off to adjust his hair a little, leaving the ball behind before entering the place as well. Mr. Hosseini made sure the glasses of Ferrari Trento champagne were handed out to the guests. "Alright, as a shareholder of the company, I'm very delighted to be here. My beautiful daughter has joined me for the weekend to be the face of Ferrari Trento," Azar's father said. "Next to that, I've brought a guest speaker, who is Pierre Gasly!" There was an applause for him as he walked onto the small stage and took the microphone. "Thank you, good to meet you and the gorgeous Azar Hosseini this weekend," he flirted, causing her to roll her eyes with a chuckle.