WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly

16

"So, what do you want to do today?" Pierre asks as he stuffs even more food into his mouth. 

"First of all, how can you eat so much and still look like that?" I am absolutely amazed by it. I would definitely not look that fine if I'd eat so much food. "But to answer your question I don't mind. I'm your guest, I'll adapt to whatever you want to do." Pierre sighs.

"First of all..." He copies me. "You look gorgeous the way you are. Secondly, I train a lot and lastly I need to train?" He sounds like he was a little scared to find out what my response to it is.

"Well, then I'll join your training, depending on what it is."

"Just a run." I smile at him.

"Then I'll join you." Pierre smiles brightly and nods.

"Ready in thirty minutes?" He asks.

"Thirty minutes after we have cleaned up the kitchen, sure." I get a smug smile on my face when I see Pierre's face. He definitely doesn't want to clean up the mess he made. "Come on. If we clean it now, we will come home to a clean kitchen and you'll be happy you cleaned up when you do." I take my plate and mug and walk to the kitchen where I put them in the dishwasher. Within twenty-five minutes we are done with the cleaning up and we even had fun while doing so. Maybe that was because I had to wash some of the dirty dishes myself since the plates of the night before were still standing there, as were the pots and glasses. I tell you, Pierre and I could have been done within fifteen minutes, but we started splashing water into each other's faces which made us have to clean up even more.

"Let's get changed and then go for the run," Pierre says and we both walk up the stairs to get changed.