Nevermind - Tsunoda x Gasly x Ocon

🏎Chapter 9🏎

"And the I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid like "I love you""
- Somethin' Stupid - Frank Sinastra

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•Esteban's POV•

Saturday, Austria race week.
12:34.

One person passes behind me, that's three times in five minutes.

I tap my fork on my plate, looking at my phone with an empty mind.

The background noise I perceived was just a simple hubbub, footsteps, and the door opening several times.

Then a familiar smell, coming to settle in front me. I don't know why I didn't immediately raise my head, possibly because it wasn't urgent, if it was the perfume of Pierre that was settling in my environment.

As I'm eating my of lasagna, I see my teammate, silent, cutting pieces of paper with child scissors.

I look up at his face, exhaling loudly.

"You know you don't have to slam the door or walk like an elephant every time you cross the room?" I chew my words while savoring my piece of lasagna.

Strangely, I didn't get angry when he pulled me out of my trance, so I just turn on my phone to look at the time.

"You know that you don't need to take a hundred year to eat? The sprint is coming soon and we still have a lot of things to do." He answered me with ease and scruples.

I rush to swallow another piece of lasagna, smiling slightly.

"Like playing rock paper scissors like you do now? That's a big deal."

A moment of embarrassment comes in, leaving us both in silence.

On Pierre's face, a smile is visible. When he finished cutting his pieces of paper, he broke the silence.

"And your jokes are always as bad as your behavior?" He asked sarcastically.

"Tu me fais chier" I just answer by continuing my meal. (you piss me off)

"On fait chier que les culs."

His answer almost chokes me, as I cough, my laughter mixed with it.

"Fuck it is genius"

"It was Charles who taught me this." Pierre answers, handing me the pieces of paper.

"What is it?"

"Photos of us when we were little. My mother asked me to print them for whatever reason, maybe to make a collage with."

"She still makes her frames souvenirs?" I say admiring the various photos recalling our dearest moments spent together of childhood note.

There were some that I had no memory of, and seeing them suddenly brought them back to my memory.

"That's the time you vomited all the raclette cheese." I laugh pointing at a disastrous photo with my finger.

Pierre chuckles as well, grabbing the same photo to look at it in detail.

"Yes, I remember being traumatized by the cheese after that. It was Yuki who taught me to eat it again without fear."

For some reason, at that moment his blue eyes so full of nostalgia and sadness touched a part of me I had no knowledge of.

A kind of heaviness in the belly.

I finish my plate quietly, enjoying the company of Pierre looking at each photo before the alarm sounds, telling us that we should get ready for the sprint race.