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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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FP1 and 2: It was not a secret that the Alpine drivers were quite busy. The PR team did not expect the reaction of the fans to the drivers' 'break up.'
The team has assumed that it would be a small reaction seeing as they will still interact as teammates but it seems as though they were wrong. Kiara and Pierre were accepted more than they expected.
This meant, their plan to use the PR for publicity had worked. It worked too well. That the clear distance between their drivers had caught the attention of the fans and the news.
And because it was the first free practice, Kiara was to drive. All eyes and cameras were on her. And that made it more nerve wracking than before.
Now, she didn't just have the pressure of the team accepting a woman to their team but also the rest of the fans. She didn't want to disappoint, but also meant her hyperactive mind have been all over the place.
She walked in the garage, her race suit wrapped around her waist as she was called to see the car with her engineer.
She was at the entrance of the garage when she bumped into someone. Looking up she realized that it was Pierre.
The same one she had been avoiding. He stared at her for a long time before finally speaking. "Kiara." He said.
There it was, his voice. Her heart skipped a beat as she gulped, "Pierre." She said. That stung, well he did it first. They weren't used to calling each other their names anymore. It was different.
Kiara felt like she couldn't breathe. She blinked as her throat started to close up.
Pierre saw it, he was ready. Pulling her by the hand, he reached his driver's room and pulled her inside. Closing the door, he made her sit on the couch and crouch in front of her.
She had started to hyperventilate. Pierre grabbed her hands and rubbed his thumbs over her hands. "Respire bébé." He whispered. (Translation: "Breathe baby.")
She closed her eyes as tight as she can. Pierre let go of her right hand and placed his on her cheek. "Regardez-moi." (Translation: "Look at me.")
But Kiara shook her head, "Je ne peux pas." She said, Pierre knew what to do. Placing his forehead on top of hers. He started humming. (Translation: "I can't.")
Hearing the familiar tune Kiara let out a whimper, "S'il te plaît, sois reel." Pierre kissed her nose, "Ouvre tes yeux. I'm real ma belle." (Translation: "Please be real." "Open your eyes. I'm real my dear.")
Slowly, Kiara opened her eyes and Pierre pulled away. But the hand that he was holding, gripped his. He smiled at her, "I never left ma belle." He whispered.
She frowned, "I'm sorry." She said. "For what?" he asked confused.
"For pushing you away."
"You always come back though. And I will always welcome you back."
Kiara stared at him in awe. But then again, a nagging question came out of his mouth, "What do you mean I won?"
Before she could answer, the door opened. They parted and looked to see Jack standing there in shock.
