"Do you know for sure you want to go here?" Pierre asked when they were about to get the tickets to get into the museum.
"You don't want to." I smile as I watch Pierre shake his head violently. "If you don't want to go we don't have to."
"You wanted to go, so we're going. I'll be just fine. Don't worry." We get the tickets and then walk through the front door the museum in. "We were allowed to take pictures right?" I nod and we walk through the exhibitions and when we enter a specific part a Roman like statue of a woman lays Pierre starts to grin.
"What are you up to?" I ask him with some suspicion he is going to do something crazy. And as I thought, Pierre sits down on the floor and strikes the same pose as the statue. I burst out into laughter when I look at him. I take my phone and make a picture.
"You look absolutely ridiculous." I tell him and smile down at him. He chuckles and stands up again.
"I told you I would be just fine." He places an arm around my shoulders and we continue our way through the museum. "Do you want something to drink? We could go to a cafe."
"Oh no, not necessary."
"But you wouldn't mind." Pierre argues me. "Come on, let's just go." He drags me to a cafe and looks at me for my order.
"Could I have a cup of tea please?" With our order, Pierre and I sit down at a table.
"An Italian girl who drinks tea like a Brit."
"And that is one big generalization." I stare at him. "Just because I am Italian doesn't mean I necessarily like coffee. I don't dislike it, but I love a good cup of tea every now and then." Pierre shook his head.
"Do you ever have no response to something?"
"It doesn't happen very often."
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WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly
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