Daniella gave a bright smile to Pierre as he approach her. She just got out of her car and like everyone else she on her way to the paddock.

“Hey,” Pierre greeted. “How was dinner last night?”

“It was good,” she replied. “Amazing food and stupid bickering.” And both Lando and Carlos was acting strange, more strange than usual but she can’t deny the dinner was fun. “What is it you wanted to ask last night? I feel so bad for leaving you hanging like that.”

“No no,” Pierre shook his head. “Don’t feel bad.” He was about to say more but got cut off by a couple of photographers clicking photos of him and Daniella.

“Let’s go inside and talk,” Daniella suggested and Pierre agreed.

Both walked up towards the gate and scanned there IDs before stepping inside. Pierre nervously lead her to an empty area between two motorhomes.

“You are not planning to kidnap or murder me, are you?” Daniella nervously joked.

Pierre shook his head as he took a deep breath, his heart beating fast like it usually does right before a race. “I have been wanting to ask you this for weeks…months now but umm….I have liked you for a while now and…do you want to go on a date with me?”

Immediately Daniella felt her face heating up and no doubt she was red like a tomato. Last time someone asked her out was in high school and that relationship lasted only a few weeks. She is inexperienced in this sort of things which made her even more nervous.

“You..you are asking me out on a date?” she asked to clarify.

Pierre nodded. “Its okay if you don’t want to…”

“No..I want to go,” she answered with a smile. “I was just not expecting this was your question. I just thought you were going to ask me to give my RedBull seat to you…” She immediately stopped herself and covered her mouth with her hand, a guilty expression on her face. “Sorry, I talk nonsense when I am nervous.”

Pierre chuckled, amused by her nervousness. He has never seen her like this before. “So how about tonight after the race?”

“Sounds great,” Daniella agreed.

“I will text you the details.”

***

P3. Another podium for Daniella and another double podium for RedBull. After the celebration and interviews she decided to go to her hotel early and get some rest before the date

Her original plan was to take a shower and sleep for an hour or so but her anxiousness didn’t let her sleep, instead she just tossed around in her bed and going through her phone.

Soon Pierre texted her he will be there in an hour. As soon as she read the text she jumped out of her bed and started going to her suitcase looking for something nice to wear.

She decided to wear the only dress she packed, making a mental note to thank Myra who always makes her pack one ir two dress just in case.

The hour fly by and Daniella was almost ready, just had to put on her shoes when  there was a knock. She panicked, whether to put on her shoes quickly or open the door. After a few seconds of debating she finally opened the door.

“Hey,” she greeted her date who is looking handsome.

“You look gorgeous,” Pierre smiled as ge handed her a small bouquet of red roses

“Oh thanks,” Daniella smelled the roses and smiled. “Come on in. I just have to put on my heels and then we can go…oh and ignore the mess.”

Pierre stepped inside the room, his eyes inspecting the mess of clothes on her bed.

“I am usually not this messy…” she explained as she put on her heels.

“My room is even messier than yours.”

***

Daniella was amazed by the restaurant Pierre picked. The lighting, the decor, the view, everything was romantic. And mainly the food, it was delicious. She was confused about want to order so Pierre ordered for her and he very much enjoyed her expression when she took her first bite.

The date so far have been going even better than what both Pierre and Daniella imagined. They clicked well and both enjoying each other's company.

“So how was the food?” Pierre asked as Daniella put down her spoon on the empty plate.

“If this food was a man I would happily marry him.”

“That good huh?” he laughed.

Daniella looked down in embarrassment This is the first date she has been to in years and Pierre has managed to set the bar pretty high.

“How about I cook for you next time?” Daniella suggested. “I am a pretty great cook, you won’t be disappointed.”

“So there will be a second date?”

“If you are interested.”

***

“What are you doing here?” Myra approached Lando who is now standing infront of Daniella’s room and typing something on his phone.

“Where is she?” he asked, pretty annoyed that she is neither answering his calls or texts.

“Out,” Myra replied.

“With who? She doesn’t know this place well. And I have asked everyone if she is with them.”

Myra promised Daniella that she is not going to tell anyone about the date and keep it a secret but Lando's worried face is pushing her to break the promise.

Lando again called her number but still no answer. “Unbelievable…”

“She is out with a friend Lando…and her phone is probably on silent.”

“What friend?”

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