WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly

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The next morning I wake up with a smile on my face. I am in France. In Pierre's home. Then I notice the smell of something burning and I jump out of bed. I grab a shirt out of my suitcase to put over the top I am wearing as my pj's. 

"Pierre is everything alright?" I look at him, then at the mess he has created and then back at him. "I'm going to guess you are not a kitchen prince." Pierre's laugh fills my ears. 

"Kitchen prince?!" 

"Well, you're obviously not a princess." It only makes Pierre laugh harder. "Now step aside and let me finish whatever you're making."

"Eggs." I try my hardest to not burst out into laughter. 

"I'm afraid you could still burn water." I joke and Pierre pouts. "I'm sorry, but..." I look around the kitchen again. 

"I get it." Pierre chuckles and starts to clean up the mess he has made as I start to prepare the eggs. I add some herbs, dried since Pierre, unfortunately, doesn't have fresh ones and some salt and pepper.

"It's a good thing you are around." Pierre winks and with a smile on my face, I put the mixture in the pan. 

"Five minutes and then it is done." Pierre hums and continues cleaning until with a lot of noise he drops a pan. "Freaking..." I scream and I look at Pierre. "You scared the living hell out of me!" I exclaim and hit him with the spatula I am holding, but the tears of laughter keep rolling over his cheeks. "Stop laughing!" I say and I stare at him for a minute, a smile on my face before I turn the eggs around. "Now, give me two plates please." Pierre takes two plates and mugs. 

"I made coffee, do you want?" I chuckle. 

"At least you can make something." With a wink, I place the plates on the kitchen counter. "But I would love to have a cup of coffee." Pierre pours the burning hot liquor in the mugs and I take the eggs out and put them on the plates. We sit down at the dinner table and I smile at Pierre. "Bon appétit."