The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Agreement

"You have to try the salmon, it's divine."

Mrs. Fathom and Poppy are chatting it up like old friends.

I hide my laugh behind a cough. This is how the conversation has flowed for the last few minutes: eating and light impersonal conversation amongst the adults, with the occasional business discussion, while we sit quietly.

I slip my phone into my lap to text Caleb about how the gala somehow got more boring in the one year that it's been since our last. I watch the blonde shift next to me to check his phone under the table, then shoot me a smirk.

I lock eyes with Adrien for a moment, he looks uncomfortably stiff next to his dad. Hopefully, the smile I offer doesn't come across as pitying and more comforting. But I look away before I can see. His doppelganger isn't faring much better; Felix looks dejectedly bored.

I take a bite of my pasta before he can catch me staring.

The drinks have been subpar at best. Mine still sits half empty next to my almost full plate. The food is okay, but much too fancy. The type that high-class chefs deconstruct down to every spice and hint of flavor. I'm sure there are people out there who would rate this five stars.

I am not one of them.

I make a move to get up, and Poppy shoots me a withering look. I put up a reassuring hand before repurposing it to pick up my dress.

"I'll be back, I'm going to get some water. Does anyone else need anything?"

There is a chorus of stiff 'yeses' and 'nos'. Mrs. Fathom smiles impossibly adoringly at me. "Aren't you a darling, Felix, help her carry them, will you?"

He makes a move to argue, but I can see a familiar look on Mrs. Fathom's face. It wasn't a question. The blonde sighs and stands, adjusting the lapels of his suit. Motioning for me to walk first with his hand.

"After you."

The kind gesture comes out as a grumble. I have no choice but to oblige, shooting a pleading look over at my friends who are currently snickering at our expense.

I push past it with an eye roll. Walking carefully past the other tables, I have half the mind to look back and check if Felix is even following me. But assuming he and Adrien are like me and Poppy with their family, I don't doubt it.

When I finally reach the bar, every stool is taken. There is barely space between people; they're packed shoulder to shoulder. The bartenders look extremely stressed, so I opt to stand and wait for the people to finish ordering.

The blonde stands next to me with a huff but doesn't make a move to make small talk.

"So what do you think they're planning?"

He shoots me an uncomfortable glance, which seems odd on his face. He slips back into his stoic facade once again before I can voice it.