WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly

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France is absolutely gorgeous and I'm loving every day I am spending here, mostly because I'm here with Pierre. 

Paul Richard is also a stunning track to look at, not because it is an amazing track, but all the vibrant colours give it it's own unique look and it is one I quite like. Pierre has shown me on the simulator what the laps look like and I'm quite looking forward to how the first practice or two will turn out with all the possibilities to turn a corner without it actually being the corner that is in the track for the race. 

"You're awfully quiet," Pierre says as we are having lunch on Wednesday. "You haven't said anything after we have gotten our food." I chuckle and look at the Toro Rosso driver beside me.

"I'm just letting everything sink in. I still can't quite believe I'm sitting in the Toro Rosso hospitality, thanks to you, because I met you and now I'm spending the entire weekend here." Pierre laughs at my slightly telegrammic way of speaking.

"Well, as long as you like all of it you can have all of the time in the world to let it sink in." 

"Are you kidding. I love everything!" I exclaim and blush as now some team members are looking at me. "Sorry."

"No need to say sorry, Brendon and I tend to create havoc all the time. One time we decided to ride our scooters around the tables, you can guess how that went." 

"Not good is my guess."

"Not as good as we hoped at least." I take a bite of my salad and listen to the rest of the story.

"Pierre, mate, there you are." Brendon places his hand on the Frenchman's shoulder. "You must be the girl who helped him out in Monaco. I'm Brendon."

"I think she knows," Pierre mumbles, making me laugh. 

"Yeah, I do, it is nevertheless wonderful to meet you and yes, I'm the girl from Monaco." Brendon grins and sits down across me as we engage in a conversation.