Game On || C.L.16

2.7

Driving the snowmobiles around the mountains surrounding Val-d'Isere was fun. Although I am not sure if it is more fun than the time me and Charles went on our own. We did small races battling each and everyone in turns. The boys being slightly more competitive than I was, so when I was done with the small battles I decided to just hang back a bit and let them battle it out.

"Why are you slowing down?" Charles asks backing away from Pierre and Esteban, just like I had done previously.

"Because I'm enjoying the scenery, and you guys love racing a lot more than I do." I tell him, while we move through the snowy paths alongside each other.

"As much as I love racing, I would not like to see you get lost on your own." He says smiling, pacing himself once again to stay next to me.

I smile at myself thinking back at the small gesture he made. But he was right to do so, because I sure as hell would've gotten lost when they went on to race in front of me.

Once we had had our fun on the snowmobiles, we returned them back to the rental place.

"Remember the last time we went out on snowmobiles?" Charles whispers in my ear his eyes locked on the restaurant we sort of had our second date at.

"I do." I whisper back, smiling lightly.

"You guys went for dinner there, didn't you?" Esteban interrupts our little moment, while pointing at the restaurant. We both nod in confirmation. "Was it any good?"

"Was delicious." I hum, my eyes secretly locking with Charles' once more.

"We could go there for dinner." Charles suggests, breaking the bit of eye contact.

Which is how we ended up seated in the restaurant again. The owner delighted that we not only had returned, but brought Pierre and Esteban with us. She was very happy to give us as much privacy, especially after we had offered to do whatever she wanted photos and autographs wise afterwards.

"What's got you so giddy?" Pierre whispers in my ear, while I just sit there stupidly smiling. My small interactions with Charles from this afternoon and our previous time here roaming through my head.

"Nothing, just happy right now, here in this moment." I tell him, our small conversation broken by the first course arriving at our table.

"I still think you're acting off. But if you're happy then I am happy." He says taking the first bite of his meal.

The meal was once again delicious and over before I had realised it. The three boys had been talking about the up coming season once again, and while I like Formula One, I couldn't help but notice my thoughts wandering off. As the boys discussed their goals for the season, although I'm sure Pierre and Esteban were just saying stupid things as to not give each other too much information, I started thinking of my own season. 

We're still in the Champions League, could we win it? I would love to play the final. 

We're also doing very well in the league, would this be a year in which we actually manage to beat Olympique Lyonnais? Or the cup? 

Speaking of cups, the world cup is this summer in Australia and New-Zealand. I would kill to be in the squad. 

What place would Charles have in achieving this? Is there a place for him, or is this something I should do completely on my own?

I take a few deep breaths to gather my thoughts, while Pierre once again looks at me slightly worried. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I tell him. "Just overthinking my goals, as that's what you are doing." I point out and he smiles as do Esteban and Charles.