WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly

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Once back in the paddock Pierre and I decide to go out for dinner. 

"I am sure you will love this place, it is very elegant and the food is very refined."

"Just the way I like it." I grin and I give Pierre another kiss on his cheek. I would be lying if I would deny my growing feelings towards him, but he is not fully over Julia yet and I respect that. I can wait.

"Just the way you like it." He smiles back at me. 

"Is it okay for me to get changed though? If it is such a fancy restaurant I don't want to enter looking like some drifter."

"You don't look like a drifter, but you are free to go change. Don't let me stop you." I chuckle and together we go to the hotel where I quickly get changed into a bright red dress covered in lace and get a pearl necklace out of my suitcase. My hair I take out of the braids they are currently in and it results in very cute curls. I look into the mirror and smile at my reflection. I look nice. 

"Are you ready?" I hear Pierre say after he knocked on my door a few times. 

"Just give me a sec to put my earrings in and then I'm done!" I yell back at him and quickly put the things into my ears. "Done," I say when I open the door. I put my shoes on, just ordinary vans since I didn't bring anything else with me.

"You still look great in it." I blush slightly. Pierre and I bought this dress when we went shopping together. He told me I might have use of it somewhere during the race weekend and I wasn't prepared so we had no choice but to go shopping for a dress. 

"Was this your plan all along mister Gasly?" He laughs, but shakes his head. 

"No, but I thought it would be a good occasion to put it on, just in case the race weekend doesn't give you an opportunity otherwise." I smile at the Frenchman and I can feel myself falling for him even more. If he would only just look at me the way I look at him...