Requested by ambree190704 First- sorry if the few French phrases in there are not correct. Second- you said slight enemies to lovers, and I've sort of got that going? Just read it through, and if you don't like it, you can request a redo. Although I really do hope you enjoy! <3
Also I decided instead of putting teams, I will put what country the driver is from. It's easier for me.
Pierre Gasly
🇫🇷 France 🇫🇷
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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞
"Wait, Mademoiselle!" You hear behind you. You turn around in confusion, and exhale deeply in surprise when you meet the eyes of who is standing before you.
"Bonjour, Pierre..." you mutter, glancing away from his eyes, which currently appear bright green in this bright lighting, although you remember those eyes of his, always seeming to change colours when the lighting switches.
"What the heck are you wearing?" he grins with a chuckle, speaking to you in French, because he knows you speak it as well.
You narrow your eyes. "What does it look like I'm wearing?"
His eyebrows shoot up at probably your attitude. "Well, a Red Bull T-shirt."
"Glad you haven't gone blind over these past ten years. That'd be kind of dangerous, Pierre, on the track," you say sarcastically.
He purses his lips for a moment, before saying, seeming to be ignoring your comment altogether, "So, you're a Red Bull fan, huh?"
"Yeah, so what?"
"Nothing. There's no 'so what' about it. I was just asking."
"You seriously expect me to be a fan of Alpine? Not a chance, at least when you're racing for them. Anyways, why are you here? You should be getting on with your racing rich boy life, shouldn't you?"
You can see him swallow. "Well, I'm here because I spotted you in your Red Bull shirt cheering Max on for his win. I recognized you right away. And..."
"And what?"
"I wanted to catch you and see how you're doing."
You roll your eyes. "Still chasing me like you always did, huh, Pierre?"
"I'd prefer if you didn't word it like that, God. So you really are still mad at me...?"
"I thought it was over it. Now having to see your stupid face, though, the anger seems to be coming back."
