"Hey, come in." I greet Giada when I open the door.
"Oh my goodness, it already smells amazing!" The girl says and I chuckle.
"That's great to hear." I lead her to the open kitchen where the dinner table is already set. "It should take about five more minutes before it is done." I smile and we start talking.
"Where are you from?" Giada then asks me.
"Italy." She looks at me, stunned by what I just said.
"Why did Pierre never tell?!" I frown, not sure of what she's getting at. "I'm Italian as well, so welcome to the club of Italian girls dating French-speaking Formula one drivers." I chuckle as we have now switched to Italian as it turns out we are both native speakers.
"That is such a coincidence!" I laugh, suddenly hearing the alarm I said. "Sorry, I'm going to..." I point to the kitchen behind me. "Feel free to get yourself something to drink. I have wine, soda, basically anything I would need if there were to be an apocalypse the upcoming few days according to Pierre." Giada shakes her head.
"That is definitely something for him to say." I chuckle and get the gnocchi out of the water. I divide it over two plates to then put the sauce on top and top it off with a bit of basil.
"That looks amazing!" I put her plate in front of her and then get two wine glasses. "Oh yeah, sorry."
"No worries, you're my guest, I just thought that if you were to be thirsty you just could get yourself something without having to wait for me. It's no problem. Do you like rosé?" She nods and I pour the slightly pinkish coloured liquor it the glasses and then sit down myself.
"Bon appétit." We raise our glasses and toast to a lovely night for two girls who might just turn out to become great friends.
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WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly
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