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her the other half of the alpine f1 team find herself in a predicament that changes the course of her life
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him the other half of the f1 team that finds himself loving the experience all together
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"Ma belle, ple...
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➥@fan78: it's the black and white theme for me
➥@fan00: please let them win and let them recreate miami podium
FP3 & Quali: Kiara was listening to his mechanics when her assistant walked to her, she knew what she would say. She had gotten scolded because of her stunt with the necklace, wearing it through a race.
It wasn't necessarily prohibited, it was just a precaution that the team took for safety. But the team did not realize that she was wearing it so when she got out of the car and unzipped her racing suit, it dangled from her neck and she got a long scolding from them.
"Kiara." her assistant said and opened her palm. The woman raised an eyebrow at the driver but Kiara clutched the pendant.
She frowned and her eyebrows furrowed, she shook her head, "I want to wear it." she said. "Kiara, for your safety-" "It won't cause any problems, it's going to stay tucked under the fireproof, see." she said as she pushed the pendant under her shirt.
The woman sighed and lowered her hand, they had a staring contest but the woman knew she wouldn't win with the driver. "Fine. But don't let me say I told you so."
"You won't hear a peep from me about it." she said happily.
Free practice 3 had finished and Kiara was waiting for the qualifying to start. She reached Pierre who was walking around the garage, she reached him and stood in front of him.
This made him stop walking and chuckled, "If you wanted my attention you could have just said." he said teasingly. She rolled her eyes and played with the pendant of the necklace again.
She looked up at him and pursed her lips, clearly thinking on what to say next. Pierre tilted his head with a small smile, "Spit it out ma belle." he urged her.
She stood on her tip toes to reached his face. Placing his hands on his cheeks, "Stay safe. No skidding." she muttered, staring into his eyes.
Pierre smiled and squished her cheeks together, "I will. As long as you stay safe too okay." he said.
The both of them turned to look outside. The skies weren't looking too good for qualifying. Practice was good, the sun was out but now, the clouds were showing up.
Kiara sighed, "I hate rain when we drive." she said. He nodded and kissed her head, "I know that's why we keep safe okay?" he asked.
She hummed and nodded, suddenly the mechanics called out to them, qualifying was about to start and they knew they had to get to their cars.
Pierre smiled at her and was about to walk away when she spoke again, "Rendez-vous au drapeau à damier." she said. (Translation: See you at the checkered flag.)
He couldn't help but smile, he nodded, "Pas si j'y arrive en premier." (Translation: Not if I get there first.)
