The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

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I almost pause as I walk. I was not expecting to see the aloof millionaire in such a busy space. Juleka brushes up against my shoulder as we walk.

"Yes...? Why would he be here?"

"No idea. Let's not find out."

I link arms with her and pull her along, quickening our pace. We almost make it all the way through the lobby, when I can feel Poppy's gaze land on me. At this point in my life, I don't have to look at her to know she is zeroing in on me.

"Y/n! There you are, come here."

She's using her customer service voice, the one that's lighter and more flaunty. I scrunch my nose in distaste, letting go of Julekas arm, and turning on my heels. I try not to look like I'm dragging my feet as I make my way to the two.

Once I make it to them, she tucks down the collar of my jacket a millimeter and then puts her hands on my shoulders. She flashes a practiced smile to Mr. Agreste.

"This is my foster teen that I've told you so much about! I'm sure you've heard a bit about her from your son already."

"It's nice to finally meet you, sir. Adrien has told me a lot about you."

I slid into my professional voice almost robotically, nodding my head in respect.

"He has told me quite a bit. I was so sorry I couldn't make it to our lunch a few weeks ago. I had to reschedule to meet with Ms. Morris actually."

His statement held sincerity and his tone was anything but. I shot Poppy a quizzical glance at the mention of their meeting. She discreetly squeezes my shoulder in warning.

"Yes, Mr. Agreste has been interested in my work with a certain band."

"Oh that makes sense, everyone wants to work with them right now."

Playing dumb has become almost easy at this point.

"I've noticed, and I'm sure you'll benefit from this partnership."

The statement was directed at Poppy, but his calculating gaze didn't move from mine. It sent a sharp chill up my spine, and an uncomfortable buzz into my brain. I take a deep breath, barely clinging onto my poker face.

'How would he know I'm Echo, there's no way Poppy would tell him.'

"If it means you'll buy me tickets to their concert I'm sure I will."

A flicker of amusement seems to ghost across his features and his mouth quirks subtly.

"I'm sure Ms. Morris will take care of that, I look forward to seeing you at the gala."

The feeling that was creeping into my chest was akin to a deer in headlights. I felt as though my head was keeping me where I was while my heart was pulling me away. I force a nod of respect and turn to face Poppy.

"I will text you once I've made it to the Walsh's house. It was nice to officially meet you, Mr. Agreste."

I flee from the two before Poppy can drag me into further conversation, quickly gliding across the lobby back to my friends. We make it to the doors before I glance back and lock eyes with Mr. Agreste, he shows no mirth, only calculation.

Once we made it onto the New York street, the snow had picked up significantly. People bustling in heavy winter clothes dart across the street to get home from work. Lights still twinkle overhead, leftover from Christmas. We make it two blocks down from the hotel before anyone says anything.

"Why is he here?"

I shoot a shrug at the blue-haired boy.

"Said he was here for the gala, apparently he is working with the talent agency Poppy works for."