F1 oneshots

7. P.G10 Gasly's Girl.

"I was wondering if uh, you'd be interested in lunch, later?"

Context: you're friends and teammates with Charles and you meet Pierre.

Warnings: none
Words: 1759

"Remind me never to move to America."
Charles laughed, grabbing my wrist to make sure I didn't get lost in the crowd.
His comment made me laugh even harder when we finally cleared the sea of people and we're back around teams.
Charles dropped my wrist when he saw Pierre, reaching his hand up to give him a hug.
My cheeks felt hotter seeing him for the first time today, stood next to my friend Yuki.
Yuki and I waved as I stood awkwardly next to Charles as he spoke to Pierre.
Yuki offered me a cookie which I happily accepted and began a sperate conversation with him.

"She cheats in races."
Charles whispered, pointing his thumb at me as the sentence caught my attention.

"He's in denial."
I said to yuki, pointing at Charles as he begins explaining the race we had a few moments previous.
The two Alpha drivers crack up at Charles immaturity over a running race and I giggle to myself, taking another bite of my cookie, raising my hand to cover my mouth as I did so.

"I have to go, Netflix is starting."
Charles muttered, I checked my phone.

"Good luck, mine isn't till later."
I smiled and he giggled giving me a high five before leaving me Infront of Yuki and Pierre.

"I haven't spoken to you properly yet, Pierre."
"I know who you are but, (y/n)"
I said, extending my left hand to shake his lightly, Yuki snickered at my comment and checked his watch.

"I don't wanna go."
He muttered, hanging his head back as he complained about his warmups in 10 minutes.
He smiled at him, walking with them to a separate area to get some water.
Yuki was still complaining when I took a sip of my bottle, noticing that Pierre's eyes hadn't shifted to Yuki yet as I brought my bottle back down to twist the cap on.
My eyes shifted to meet his and his jaw clenched, his eyes snapped away and I was called back by Yuki announcing his departure.
I smiled and waved as he walked away, taking another sip of water from my bottle as Pierre stood silent next to me.

"When's your warmup, Alphatauri?"
I say, my voice was quiet and sounded like it was about to break.
His eyes fell back to my hand as he tried not to look me directly in the face.

"Uhh.. not till much later."
He muttered, playing with his phone in his hand, slapping it off his palm lightly.
The silence became very loud as we walked back towards the Ferrari garage slowly.

"Your last win was very good, very well driven, I quite look up you a lot, you style is unique."
He muttered, looking at his shoes as he stood a big step forward in slow motion to stay next to me.
I smiled to myself, playing the the bottle in my hand as he looked up at my face.
His eyes traced my skin and I felt myself going pink as I replayed his words in my head.

"Thank you, and your Monza win was very admirable."
I responded, thinking back to it not even that long ago at this point.
His cheeks went red as I looked up at him, his hand finding it's way into his hair, showing just how nervous he was.

"It's cool, having a female driver on the grid."
He snapped his eyes away from me, nervously watching his shoes again.

"I was wondering if uh, you'd be interested in lunch, later? Not like in a weird 'i just met you and I look up to you' way more in lik-"

"A 'ive just met you, you're my friends teammate, go on a date with me?' way?"
I raised my eye brow as I finished, he swallowed hard looking directly at me this time as he nodded his head.
He gave me a sheepish smile and I chuckled, stopping outside my garage.
I reached out to take his phone, typing my number in before picking up the pace, leaving him standing outside my garage with his phone in hand.