"So Pierre, where is this new friend of yours." I chuckle when I hear the unfamiliar male voice in the hallway of the house.
"She's in the kitchen preparing dinner."
"Pierre!" A female voice cried out. "She is your guest! You don't put her in the kitchen as your slave!" I clean my hands and walk to the hallway.
"Look there she is!" Pierre said, obviously blown away by his female friend. "Guys, this is Anca."
"Hi lovely to meet you." I shake their hands and I smile. "And don't worry about me being Pierre's kitchen slave, I'm a chef, so I don't mind spending time in the kitchen. Plus he spent the entire time until you rang the bell in the kitchen with me. Tasting everything he could."
"That does sound like Pierre, I'm Louise. Now, let us woman head to the kitchen while the men will start up the PlayStation for a game of FIFA." She hooks her arm through mine and we head to the kitchen. "Gosh, it smiles great." I chuckle and steer through the pot with the tomato soup.
"So, you're the girl who helped out Pierre when he was in great need of a listening ear." I chuckle.
"Right place at the right moment. Too bad he had to almost run me over just a little before." Louise looks at me wide-eyed.
"He almost ran you over?"
"Yes he did, with his scooter." Louise laughs as I take a look at my sorbet. "Oh my goodness is that a sorbet?" I laugh.
"I think you and I are quite alike." From the living room, a cheer rises. "And I think they are having great fun too." Louise laughs and together we continue preparing for supper and at five thirty sharp, we have set the table and we are all ready to start supper.
"Bon appétit."
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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...
