This is a Y/N and Pierre Gasly love story. Pierre Gasly is a famous Formula 1 driver and you are an ordinary girl with a collection of mementos put into a scrapbook. After meeting at a bar one night, this story follows you falling in love and finall...
At this point, I wasn't really sure what had led to the present time. I learned the guy from the bar's real Name. Pierre. It suits him.
"Pierre," I said smiling.
Shit. I thought. I was still standing there almost awkwardly, wondering why I had agreed to go out with someone when I hadn't even poured myself a morning coffee.
"So it's a date? ice cream. As promised." He said, clearly suppressing a grin.
"ya. it is," I returned the almost grin. Then my brain came back from a floaty dream world with a fine man. I couldn't go out with him today! I was a mess!
As if he read my thoughts, he said
"ill wait for you downstairs, that way we can leave when ur ready". That almost grin from him had turned into a huge smile.
"Wait," I stopped him. "ice cream right now? I haven't even had a proper breakfast."
He turned, with a cheeky glint in his eye.
"last time I checked, ice cream is considered a breakfast food".
I laughed.
"that doesn't check out". But I agreed nonetheless and began getting ready as soon as he left.
As I was in the shower, I had a feeling. It wasn't nerves, I knew that for sure (i get nervous a lot). But it wasn't calm either. it was more or less a mixture of both. Like I was closing something for good, but opening something for the better. As if this would be the last first date I would ever go on.
That feeling unsettled me one minute, then was reassuring the next.
After about twenty minutes (Oh god I hope Pierre isn't mad), I was ready to go.
I was wearing a pair of jean overall shorts over top of a plain white T-shirt.
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my hair was done in two dutch braids that stopped when my head stopped, but then flowed out into wavy hair.
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my make up was simple. My go-to. None at all, with curled lashes and lip balm. today I was feeling glittery so I put some highlighter on my nose and cheeks.
Before I locked my door I saw the time.
Crap, I have work in 20 minutes. I quickly shot my boss a text saying I was sick. id deal with it later. I also couldn't let down my date :)
"Y/N!" Said Pierre as I got off of the elevator.
"Wow. You are just....." he trailed off.
Suddenly I felt very self-conscious. Does he like girls with make-up? I was wearing makeup at the bar last night....
All my worries went away when he smiled. that big, adorable, breathtaking smile.
"Just beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."
and with that, we walked out into the hot summer's day.
