"J'ai mangé un croissant, et maintenant il est absent."
-J'ai mangé un croissant - David fils de momone
🏎
•Esteban's POV•
Friday, Spain GP.
I finish getting ready. Jacket, mask, sunglasses and cap, not from Alpine, obviously. At least they won't recognize me while I go to the bakery, even if I look suspicious: they won't piss me off. Before leaving, I wake up Pierre, who fell asleep on the couch last night. I went to bed without disturbing him. We seem to be getting along well now.
"Wake up." I mutter.
"Hmm... The bed is made of stone or what...?"
"It's not the stupid bed, you slept on the couch."
"Shit... I'm sorry, I must have a problem every time I fall asleep on you."
"Don't worry, I'll be back in 10 minutes."
A few streets later I finally arrive in front of the bakery I was looking for and an old woman greets me, the baguettes look bad...
"Joder, ve raro... Hola, ¿qué te puedo regalar?"
"Hola, ouna pan o chocolate por favor."
"Dios, odio a los turistas. Toma, que tengas un buen día y adiós."
I didn't get it, but since she seemed nice, I smiled and said goodbye.
I quickly returned to the apartment, Pierre had taken the time to get dressed and now talks by message with Charles, but put down his phone as soon as he hears me close the door.
"Pastries, I suppose?"
"Pains au chocolat and croissants, hoping they are good"
It is a little over 10 AM when we leave the apartment, we take other roads to avoid traffic jams so we will arrive at 11:30, 2 hours before the start of the first free practice.
We get out of my car and the cameras take pictures of us as soon as we scan our paddock's pass. For me it was a habit, but sometimes I realize that it's not that common for normal people.
Pierre immediately threw himself into the driver's room for some reason. He looks slightly alerted, I think he's exhausted from last night; again...
I sit on the sofa, observing the clock, then directing my gaze towards the strange plush of Pierre who was still in my bag. I remained twenty minutes swinging my attention between the clock and the plushie, before finally realizing that it was perhaps time to start warming up. At least the legs and the neck.
☆
•Pierre's POV•
I spent, like, 30 fucking minutes looking for my Sushi stuffed animal in my driver's room.
It was not there. I think I left it at the apartment, which would be weird since I didn't see it in my bed this morning, but I have no memory of it. I might have take it on the night of Wednesday to Thursday... and who knows where I left it...
I wanted to smell Yuki, at least be selfish one last time before I tried to stop thinking about him.
But it makes me furious.
I feel like everyone pisses me off, that everyone's goal is to irritate me and get on my nerves.
I head to the Alpine garage, where the mechanics are already waiting for me to make a report before the tests begin.

YOU ARE READING
Nevermind - Tsunoda x Gasly x Ocon
FanfictionWas it a public secret ? Yuki Tsunoda and Pierre Gasly were pure lovers. Even if it was a secret, everyone was obviously aware that something was going on between them ; they were more than friends. Yeah. But, should someone tell them ? Nevermind, I...