Four years later || CL16

4

Kalani Fiore

The conversation was... incredibly strange; but surprisingly comfortable.

As I turned my head towards the restaurant doors, my whole world flashed before my eyes, I felt the shift - I felt the endless amount of thoughts running inside my brain, rushing so fast like a bloody horse stampede. The voices inside my head were telling me to keep the door locked and to move on in my life with Noah - without his Father or anyone else that is in his Father's life. But they were also telling me just say it. Don't be afraid of it - thats not you.

The eyes that gazed into mine gave my stomach a slight twist - as I unlocked the door without allowing my brain to give me a second thought, I was too intrigued, curiosity got the best of me. He walked through the restaurant doors closing them behind him, as I furrowed my brows looking at the ground wondering what was going on - I went back behind the bar as he looked around the restaurant in awe as if he wasn't here last night. I guess it looks different when no ones here - I thought as I followed his eyes and looked too.
I couldn't help but laugh, he snapped his head and turned back around to me as he looked into my eyes.

"Hey" I simply said

"Hi" He responded with a grin as he looked at me, I smiled and let out a breath.

"Drink?" I asked as I initiated to any glass telling him to tell me any kind of drink.

"Any?" He asked as he sat down on the wooden bar stool directly opposite from me.

"I can make any that you can think of" I teased trying to make this situation make sense with humour.

"Well I'm driving so I can't see your full talents so just diet coke please"

The same drink from last night.

I nodded and turned around and opened one of the bar's fridges I grabbed a cold diet coke bottle which sent shivers up and down my spine or was it the fact a Formula 1 driver was the only one in here? God knows where Phoebe has taken Noah, or where Noah has taken Phoebe, probably trying to get her to play another game he's made up - thats his thing at the minute.

I turned around and faced him only to find he beat me to it - by watching my every move, he seemed captivated. I used the bar's bottle opener and popped it open and grabbed a glass and quickly poured the drink into it and moved it closer to him on the bar.

"Thanks love"

Oh gosh.

Okay if neither of us will say it, then I'll say it.
"So what is Pierre Gasly doing in my restaurant at this time? When its closed actually" I quickly added on the last part of my sentence as I bit down a smile as I stared at him.
He smiled as he took a sip of his drink, and then stared at me.

"I wanted to come back here" The Frenchman simply said, but not without sparing me a glance in the eyes, giving me another opportunity to look at those ocean eyes once again.

"When its closed? I'm nearly opening?" I teased as I looked up at the clock and narrowed my eyes at him in a playful manner which he gave a chuckle in return.

"Last night you seemed like a cool person" He shrugged and I couldn't help but laugh

"Wow you're good at this" I breathed out with a chuckle being a plus one to my tone.