Je suis ta fleur『 ʲᵉᵃⁿ ᵖⁱᵉʳʳᵉ ᵖᵒˡⁿᵃʳᵉᶠᶠ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ 』

ㅤ▬▬ 𝟐.𝟑

▬▬ 𝓞.n the way there, L/N walked passed a familiar-looking pair but quickly dismissed it, not wanting to make any more assumptions.

As she headed there, a girl with beautiful curly hair who wore a purple sweater with a mint green sweater loosely tied around her neck followed Y/N to the bathroom.

The awkward girl was about to enter an unoccupied bathroom stall, but she noticed from her peripheral vision that the stranger who followed her into the bathroom was smiling at her.

The girl smiled back, but the irrational fear lingered. They might not know each other, but she fears the other girl because of the assault attack she had experienced just recently.

The victim knew she could have reported the last assault to the police, but she never saw the person's face and she didn't want to risk asking her so-called "savior" since he acted like a fucking stalker and he might have staged the assault to look good in her eyes.

Although the other girl might not be involved with the assault. The sudden smile the pretty girl shot towards Y/N scared the living daylights out of her. Rather, she's shaken up because another assault might occur, she is alone after all.

Their situation right now is a window of opportunity for another assault.

As of now, she's even regretting leaving her friends' side. For all she knew, the pretty lady in the bathroom could try to choke her to death like last time.

L/N, who did not want to risk another assault, waited in her stall until she heard the other girl enter a nearby stall. When she heard a nearby stall close, she quickly made a run for the exit.

Once her mind registered, she was in a restaurant full of people; she let out a relieved sigh. The fear was still there, but at least it wasn't converting her entire body into cooked noodles.

The H/C haired girl was about to head back to her table, but a certain silver-haired baguette saw her and began choking on his fries.

Both of them looked at each other with a bewildered look. It seemed like both of them didn't expect that fate would let them meet again.

Y/N's irritated with herself. She should have expected that a stalker-like him would camp out nearby.

While Polnareff was busy externally and internally panicking because he literally made a fool out of himself. Plus, he didn't know how to recover from the humiliation.

"Isn't it a little too convenient that you chose a cafe near my workplace?" The florist questioned with her arms crossed.

"Good afternoon!" Polnareff greeted her, but the panic he was experiencing was painfully obvious.

"Good day to you as well." The employee said deadpanned, which made the other male jittery; It even seemed like he didn't know how to cut the tension in the atmosphere.

"Look Ms. (Fake name)-" The silver-haired male tried to reason, but the girl cut him off.

"Hey Mr. Baguette, didn't I already tell you that your stalking skills failed you?" She insulted with a mocking grin on her face.

"Mr. Baguette..." The male repeated.

A wave of nostalgia had splashed all over him.

He didn't expect to hear that nickname from a stranger. He knew that nickname belonged to him, but he was certain that the person who made that nickname for him was not the same as the florist. I mean, come on! His childhood sweetheart was sweeter than this bitter and mean florist.

"Don't tell me you have a degrading kink or something." The H/C haired girl mused amusingly, but her remark was enough to flip his flirt switch on.

"I can assure you I don't have one because I'd rather praise and be on top of you." Polnareff retaliated with a prideful smirk on his face.

"Bold of you to assume I wouldn't be the one wearing the straps." The girl murmured, which made the boy flustered more than ever.

Mr. Baguette here wasn't used to dominant females, but he won't lie. He kind of wanted to try giving the reins to a dominant female, but his ego was too stubborn; He always prided himself on being a man. He could only hope that the florist had enough balls to make him submit to her.

Neither of them understood how the awkward and tense atmosphere turned into a horny and flirty atmosphere but, they somehow made it possible.

They didn't even realize that the whole restaurant had their attention on them, well except for the two chicks who have not finished their quarreling.

As for Sherry, she literally stepped out of the bathroom, but once she saw the scene she immediately wanted to go back.

However, it seemed like her beloved brother was in trouble. It even surprised her to see that her brother became a mess bubbling mess just by interacting with Y/N.

Although it was common for Jean to become easily flustered because of her; This time it seemed like his flirting backfired.

The female Polnareff released a tired sigh.

She had no choice but to help him or else he would make a fool out of himself and he will most likely fuck up again because of his stupid self.

The curly-haired girl approached the fumbling idiot and female, then faked a cough.

"Ahem."

Both of them stopped looking into each other's eyes and their eyes met with Sherry's blue ones.

The silver-haired male was internally thanking and praising his sister for saving his ass.

While the H/C haired girl was quizzically putting the pieces together, then concluded that the two were probably dating and the pretty girl was most likely smiling at Y/N to drive her away from her boyfriend.

The university student was slightly surprised that the girl from the bathroom threatened her beforehand, despite not knowing Mr. Baguette was the one engaging in cheating.

Unless Mr. Stalker deliberately told the girl about Y/N and they were working on their relationship. If that was the case, then maybe the male wasn't so bad but, he was still creepy though.

▬▬ 𝕿𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝. 𝕮𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑
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