Kit and Pierre got back to the apartment after their date and was immediately told by Charles who had just got off the phone with Max, that they were organizing a dinner with the other drivers for tonight.

Kit was a little grumpy that she had to go outside again after her social battery was already drained, but at least she would be spending the evening with good company.

It was only 4pm so Kit had some time to chill and ice her wrist again before getting ready.

The boys however decided to start a Mario Kart competition to see who was the better (virtual) driver.

Kit sat down on Charles' couch, nestling into it while she the two boys beside her pick their character. Once they picked their character's the boys did rock paper scissors to decide who was going to pick the grand prix.

In the end Charles was victorious and chose the mushroom grand prix. The boys battled on every map and there were quite a few curse words thrown around when one blue shelled another.

Kit watched the racing with a smile on her face but quickly had to move off the couch as the boys began to push eachother back and forth like children.

"Guys!" Kit said exasperated as Charles was nearly shoved onto the floor. She threw her arms up in the air, causing her to drop the now melted ice pack. "Stop acting like children! We have to get ready to go out soon anyway."

The boys both rolled their eyes, "sorry mom."

Kit, in retaliation, threw the melted icepack at Charles and Pierre. Her aim was correct and she smacked Pierre in the face with the pack before it bounced off and landed on Charles' lap.

Kit burst into laughter."Whoops." she sarcastically said. "That totally wasn't meant to do that."

"And you told me were bad at dogeball in gym class." Protested Pierre who was rubbing at his nose.

"That's because I was! I got hurt like every lesson."

Charles cut in before the two started fighting, "all right you two shush before you start fighting and Kit go put the ice pack away." Kit nodded and Charles chucked the ice pack at her so she could go put it back.

Kit put the ice pack back in the freezer and then announced she was going to get changed and get ready for the dinner.

She rifled through her suitcase, trying to find the shirt she was sure she had packed. Kit sighed when she realized she had forgotten to pack that particular shirt and now had to find something different to wear.

In the end she chose a black bra with a sheer black long sleeve over the top and jeans. It was a simple and casual outfit, which Kit preferred over something fancy. They were only going out to dinner with a few of the other drivers so she didn't need anything too fancy.

Once she was dressed, Kit brushed through her hair again and left the guest room. When she walked back out into the living room she saw that Charles had changed into something more presentable and Pierre was wearing a jacket he had clearly borrowed from his best friend.

"All right mates, we ready to go?" Kit asked, interrupting their conversation.

"Of course mate." Charles responded and Kit rolled her eyes.

"Please don't ever say mate again, it's an insult to my country." Kit joked placing a hand on her chest.

"Would you rather I tried to say G'day instead?"

Kit scrunched her nose up in disgust. "Okay no I'm leaving." She grabbed her bag and headed for the front door.

The two boys looked at eachother and laughed, thinking she was joking. When the front door slammed shut their looks turned sour. "Wait, she wasn't joking?" Pierre said and they scrambled to pick up their belongings and made a run for the apartment door.

"Kit wait!" Charles called as they exited the apartment to see Kit already standing in the elevator.

"Hurry up then!" Kit called back.

Once the boys had scolded Kit for leaving them (they weren't angry just more worried for her safety). They walked to the restaurant they were meeting at as both Pierre's and Charles' cars were too small to carry three people.

Thanks to Monaco being so small they didn't have to walk very far to the restaurant. When they got to the restaurant (which was extremely fancy, but hey it's Monaco), Charles informed them that Max and him had rented out the private room so the drivers could have dinner in peace.

After waiting a couple minutes outside to see if anyone would show up yet, they headed inside. Pierre held the door open for Kit while Charles headed over to the check-in desk to see about the reservation.

The employee at the check-in desk then lead the three of them to the private room at the back of the restaurant. There was a circular table for 8 set up in the middle of the room. The employee handed Kit the menu's and left to go attend the desk again.

Surprisingly Daniel and Lando were the first to arrive. They greeted the trio with smiles and fist bumps and sat down next to Charles.

As the five began talking, the other drivers bean to filter in. Max arrived next and Kit got up and excitedly hugged her brother figure, although she did immediately diss his fashion choice straight after. After Max came Alex, who Kit hadn't had the chance to meet yet as he wasn't racing in Formula 1 this year.

Kit spent a few minutes talking to Alex before she noticed the chair next to her was still empty. "Who are we missing?" She asked Charles.

"My brother Arthur." He responded, "He should be here soon."

Sure enough the door opened a couple minutes later to reveal who Kit immediately guessed to be Arthur. If Kit wasn't madly in love with Pierre already, she might have gone for Arthur, he was cute.

He went around the table saying hello to his brother's rivals before sitting in the seat next to Kit.

"Hello Ma chérie, Nice to meet you." He greeted holding out his hand for Kit to shake.

She shook his hand and smiled, "nice to meet you, although I don't think someone likes you very much right now."

Arthur turned to face his other side and noticed Pierre was staring straight ahead with his jaw clenched.

"Ah I see what's going on." He said with a knowing smile and a wink.

"Alright Mates, let's decide what we're eating." Charles announced noticing how tense Pierre was beside him. They all began to flip through their menus talking to the person next to them about what dish to have and if they should order entrees first.

In the end Kit order garlic bread and Carbonara. A wonderful combo for a pasta lover like herself. Although carbonara was usually a hit or miss. Pierre ordered a steak that Kit knew she would be stealing some of. The others ordered similar meals, trying to stay in the range of their diets.

The meals were delivered quickly, perks of dining at a fancy restaurant and Kit began to quickly eat.

"How are you still hungry?" Pierre asked when he noticed how quickly Kit was eating.

"Mind your business Gasly, we had lunch like three hours ago." Kit snappe, she hated when people asked her about her eating habits.

Pierre frowned,"well you're not getting any of my steak now."

"No! Wait please I'm sorry, I take it back." Kit pleaded and the others at the table laughed.

"Alright."

Apart for when they were shoveling food in theirs mouths they were chatting with multiple conversations going on around the table. The main topic going around the table was of course motorsport.

Although Kit did tell Arthur about the earlier Inchident where she hit both Charles and Pierre in one throw. He had a good laugh at that.

Another thing they discussed was Kit and Pierre's date earlier in the day and how they played tag. After hearing that Lando butted in and excited asked if they could do that as a group sometime.

Once meals were finished and plates were taken away, the drivers chatted for a little while longer before they headed home.

As soon as they were back at Charles' Kit changed into comfy clothes and hopped into bed. It wasn't long until Pierre joined her, clearly exhausted as well.

She was woken up earlier than she would like by someone tapping her on the head. At first she thought it was Pierre, wacking her in the head in his sleep but when she opened her eyes she saw Charles standing in front of her.

He had apparently snuck into the guest room just to wake Kit up. " Get dressed and then come out to the Kitchen." He whispered before leaving the room.

Kit quietly got out of bed and changed into clothes that were more presentable than a large t-shirt and bike shorts.

Once she was dressed she headed straight for the kitchen trying to be quiet as she went.

"So why did you wake me up?" Kit asked Charles softly.

"You know how you wanted to go for a drive? I figured we could now and grab breakfast on the way." Charles whispered back.

"Yeah but why today? We have almost a week until the race, that's plenty of time."

"Well I have a surprise planned for one." Charles winked and Kit rolled her eyes at him," Second you probably want to meet Charlotte at one point and I have media duties for most of next week."

"Oh okay now I get it. Also getting to met Charlotte would be nice, I love you guys and Lily but having someone else to talk to would be nice."

"Okay then, now come on we don't want to wake Pierre up." Charles ended the conversation and walked over to the key rack to grab his car keys.

They then left the apartment and headed down to the basement garage. It didn't take longer to find Charles car, it was one of the only Ferraris in the garage. Oh and it helped that he had his own reserved parking spot.

"Jeez hometown hero much?" Kit laughed when they reached his car and she noticed the custom parking spot.

"Yep that's me!" Charles grinned, he really did love his country.

Charles unlocked the car and Kit quickly opened the door and immediately sat down. "Wow, I feel like ten times richer just sitting in this thing."

Charles laughed at her reaction and then put his phone down. Kit hadn't noticed that he had been filming her reaction.

"Right, Are you ready?" Charles asked as he started up the car and the engine roared to life.

"Hell yeah!" Kit cheered.

And so with that they left the garage. Charles first took them up into the mountain-y area of Monaco and Kit spent the drive staring out the window. Monaco truly was a pretty place if you saw it in the right light.

Kit was enjoying the drive no doubt she was sitting in an awesome car and had great company but she grew confused when they were nearing the track that was being set up for next weekend.

"Charles why are we here?" Kit asked when they were stopped by an official at the pit entry.

"Because this is the Surprise." he said befor rolling down his window and talking in rapid french to the official. After a moment they were cleared to go through and Charles drove further into the pits.

"I am taking you on a hot lap of some sorts, around the circuit if you haven't already guessed, because I know your wrist is still messed up and you might not get to drive next weekend, I wanted you to experience the track." Charles explained and he sounded so sincere Kit felt like she could cry.

"I-wow Charles are you trying to make me cry?" Kit joked, "but seriously thank you for this, I would hug you if you weren't driving."

"It's no problem." Charles brushed her thank you off as he lined up in the first place. The starting lights were switched on and almost immediately began counting.

1 light
2 lights
3 lights

"Now are you ready?"

4 lights

"Born Ready Percival."

5 lights
Out!