#day 052

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Driver Every Day 2020 - 052//366 ∟ Day 052 - Pedro  P i q u e t 

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disclosure (5c// adrinette)

i needed that break

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Marinette haunts Adrien all through his date with Ladybug, but each time she lingers only long enough to scold, Just enjoy yourself!

So he does, shyly gawking at the shops of the streets of Paris as he and Ladybug pass them. (She catches him staring at a Carrefour City, so they venture inside, where Ladybug giggles at Adrien’s delight.)

He wonders what Ladybug sees in him, after, as he hangs his jacket back up in his closet and calls one moment, Nathalie. The superheroine had only just returned him to his room, just before Nathalie had knocked: minutes later, he is climbing into the limousine, and his phone buzzes with a text.

It’s Marinette. How was your date?

it was incredible!! He smiles at the memory of camellias and daisies. did you get a special delivery?

I did! You shouldn’t have, I told you to enjoy yourself!

i did, i promise! ladybug got them for me. but i can’t take care of them, Adrien explains. i was hoping you could.

I will! For both of us!

:) was it okay? seeing ladybug.

She didn’t stick around, she just said they were a gift from you, Marinette replies. Adrien waits as the typing notification flashes several times, but no more messages appear.

“We’ve arrived,” Nathalie says.

“Coming, Nathalie.” i have to go. ttyl?

Ok!

Adrien types a farewell, hesitates for a moment, and makes a small addition. bye, marinette <3

Her final message warms his cheeks. Ttyl, Adrien! <3

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052/26

watching tv ("the fabelmans")

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052/365

lunch

[babbleandtea]

Day 052: Street

The street was packed, filled with people leaving work and trying to make their way home. To add to the chaos it was snowing, and heavily. There were so many people passing, lost in their own worlds, that she was surprised to meet the eyes of a stranger. She was knocked suddenly, pulling her attention away but as soon as she looked back, they were gone. She looked down the street and back up to see if she could spot them again but they were gone, vanished. She continued walking, feeling a prickle in the back of her neck, like something wasn’t quite right. She shook her head trying to shake the feeling, but it wouldn’t leave. When she looked back up she caught the same eyes watching her through the crowd. She felt like she couldn’t look away, like if she did, they would disappear again. This time they turned, back now facing her and walking away. The prickle turned into a pull, a strong desire to either know who they were or what they wanted. She gave in to the feeling and pushed her way through the crowd, fighting to keep her eyes on them. Who were they?

[narratrice]

project 365 : storytelling : day 052

Tapping my foot. Shift in my seat. My fingers twitch. I wait and finish my dinner and look longingly at your dessert then close the bag and grab my drink instead. I know you’re coming; you’re always last one out. That’s what happens when you’re a key bearer. But watching the clock makes me even more antsy and annoyed. So I grab my book. Finally, you appear, loaded with the day’s business, pleased to see I brought you food and the chance to turn off your brain.

I’m just glad to see you smile. I forget about the waiting.

[narratrice]

project 365 : storytelling : day 052