France, it is one of my favourite places to go during the holidays so going there is definitely not a punishment to go there to see Pierre Gasly and watch a race from his garage.
Pierre and I have decided I would get out of the airport and meet him on the far end of the parking lot. Out of the main entrance and then to the left until you almost leave the parking lot. That can never be hard. I collect all my luggage and I start walking. Thank goodness I have one of those trolleys, so I don't have to lift all of it and break my back thanks to it.
When I almost reach the place of our rendezvous I look around, but I don't see Pierre yet, so I sit down on one of the kerbs and wait for him to show up.
"I am so sorry!" He apologizes when he stops his car in front of me while he has his windows down. "Let's just say the training took a little longer than expected." I chuckle.
"No worries, the weather is nice, plus I don't mind getting a bit of a tan on my skin." Pierre looks at me.
"Like you need to tan more." He says and maybe he is right. I love sitting in the sun so much, I have tanned quite a bit in the times the weather is good enough to sit outside.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Pierre chuckles.
"You should." He gets out of the car. "Let me get your bags." He takes the luggage and puts them in the car. "My lady, why don't you get in my humble car." I laugh.
"Humble?" I ask him, "Humble?" I repeat.
"Yeah?" I shake my head.
"That you call humble?" Pierre shrugs his shoulders. And again he is showing why he is my favourite driver.
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WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly
FanfictionTHIS BOOK IS A PARRALEL TO THE WHATSAPP BOOK WITH STOFFEL, BUT STARTS AFTER AN IMPORTANT EVENT IN THAT BOOK SO NU ADVICE IS TO FIRSTLY READ THE BOOK ABOUT STOFFEL When Pierre fell for his best friend Julia Verstappen, Max Verstappen's sister, his wo...
