Whatsapp ft. Stoffel Vandoorne

17

Because it is race day, I don't want to learn for my tests and that's why I am bored to death: another chapter!!!

"Do you want a ride home?" Pierre asked.

"Thank you." I smile at him. I am glad he is acting normal again. When I look at Stoffel, he is still looking unhappy.

"I should probably also head home." He says. "I'll see you around." I nod, frowning. Great, now I have upset Stoffel by forgetting about that walk and now he is acting all sad.

"What is up with him?" Pierre asks me.

"I was supposed to go for a walk with him after the second free practice, but I went to see you instead, so he is upset with me." I look in the direction Stoffel just went.

"Hey, he'll get over it." Pierre puts his arm around me.

"I hope so." He guides me away and hands me one of his helmets to put on so we can get on his scooter. I chuckle and put it on before getting on behind Pierre. I put my arms around his waist and Pierre softly drives out of the paddock. People are looking, they, of course, know it is Pierre who is driving, but for now, I am some mystery girl. They know I am a girl, thanks to my hair coming from underneath the helmet. When out of the paddock and on the road, Pierre accelerates. I shake my head when he speeds past Max's house. I should have known. He stops on a remote spot in just outside Monaco. I look at the water and smile. This is gorgeous. Pierre stays behind me for a little but then mentions for me to sit down. He has a little bowl in his hand, filled with strawberries.

"If I remember correctly, you love these." He winks and I squeal.

"Oh my goodness yes!" I take one and put it in my mouth. I moan. "These are so good..." Pierre smiles at me.

"Thank you. This was what I needed." I am so in the moment I don't feel my phone buzz in my pocket, which might be a good thing because the content would have only gotten me worried...

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