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authors pov
02:39 PM. PARIS, FRANCE
the two walk, people admiring them from time to time. adrien's used to it so he ignores it. y/n? not so much.
sure, in the eighteen thousands, people look at her because she had...has a rich family. but that's normal. and too much looking can cause a scandal.
"why are we matching in garments colours?" y/n asks, fiddling with the dark green long sleeved top. she has black cargo trousers on and converse highs. she's worn trainers before in this time but these are different. maybe because she's matching with him.
"i thought why not?" adrien shrugs cooling, whilst on the inside, he's panicking completely. he called marinette to help him decide an outfit for him. tikki and plagg munched on their snacks, laughing at their holders.
"you forget that i can tell when you lie, kitty," y/n says, watching a bird fly past. adrien chuckles, looking over at the past holder with his green eyes. she feels his eyes on her and she smiles.
adrien blushes a deep pink, coughing and looking away. he pulls up the scarf around his neck, pulling it up to cover his cheeks.
"i'm being honest," he coughs, plagg snickering inside his trench coat. y/n snorts, covering her mouth. something she was taught by her goveness. apparently, her laugh was too loud. and unladylike.
adrien tilts his head at her.
"why are you covering your laugh?" he asks. "it's beautiful,"
y/n opens her mouth and then closes it. she looks rather silly, however that is the first time someone has said that to her.
in her century, she was attractive,sure. however, her personality was too boyish for the men there so she had no one. well, she had her cats. all black cats and one ginger one. and of course, her partner. the ladybug of that time. but they were platonically involved with one another.
she had no one romantically.
well, until now.
"thank you," she says. the two stop, sitting down on a bench. "no one has said those wordsto me before. i do not know how to react, mr agreste. i might just be falling for you,"
adrien smiles, putting his hand next to y/n's. y/n senses it. but this is scandolous. is it not? oh, who cares?
she puts her hands on his and they began to hold hands. the sun is up in the sky. it's chilly, the start of spring. it's perfect.
