Pierre’s suit was hanging low on his hips, the thin underlayer top covering his upper half. You were wearing denim shorts and one of Pierre’s Alpine shirts tucked in. You were on the Alpine's couch, trying to find lyrics for your new song that would conclude your new album. You always write about how you feels, your loves and everything that made you, you. And right now ? You were in love. Deeply in love with the french driver who was vibing in front of you and looking so hot. You would do everything for him and that was including adopting his daughter, Manon. He was singing in french, streching and waiting for the start of the race. "I love you, mon ange" He said looking at you. You looked at him and you finally found the lyrics that you needed for your album 'Midnight Clock'.