In the Past... (Miraculous Ladybug)

t h r e e: I wanted to go to London.

Word count: 1,605.

Food. It was the only thing Emma could think about. She hadn't had a chance to eat lunch at the picnic, and she was starving. Walking through the busy streets, every delightfil food aroma filled her nose. The girl followed the scents, not sure what she was looking for. Emma would need money, though. She checked her pink sweatshirt's pocket, finding five euros inside. Emma was extremely grateful for having worn this sweatshirt. Her lucky sweatshirt. At a rather fast pace, the girl headed towards a small bakery at the corner of the street, where most of the delicious smells were coming from. Before she could even walk inside, some very loud bells started ringing.

She looked towards where the sound was coming from, and there it was in the close distance. The one and only Big Ben stood in front of the buildings surrounding her. It seemed so big up close, in fact too close she saw a weird little detail. Was that a... metro train hanging from it?

"The Big Ben!" The young girl gasped. But her excitement only lasted a couple seconds when she realized that her five euros weren't going to get her anything, considering she was in London apparently. She never knew the rabbit miraculous could teleport with time. No, it couldn't. This was strange, but her other thoughts conquered over her mind rapidly.

All Emma wanted at that moment was to eat. She walked towards a man, probably in his late 50's, who was standing near a odd-looking mailbox. It was bright red, unlike Parisian yellow mailboxes.

Emma tapped the man's shoulder, who didn't even flinch at the sudden contact. "Excuse me sir?" She had a good accent.

The man turned around slowly to face the young girl. "What do you want, child?"

"Could you... buy me something to eat? I'll give you this!" Emma said holding out the 5 euros. Her wording made her sound like a homeless child, but her overall neatness and clothes said otherwise.

The man scoffed. "No. Goodbye."  Emma watched as he walked away, disappearing from the crowd. She looked down at her money. Of course he said no! Why would anyone in London want 5 euros? 

"Let's try this again." She murmured to herself, walking towards the same bakery she had seen before. She was determined to use her money for something, she kept it there for emergencies, and this was precisely the case of one. If only she had the corresponding currency!

Emma walked up the stone steps, careful not to fall. They were quite uneven, and it was hard to distinguish one from another. Swinging the door open, she found herself inside a cozy environment. The bakery's walls were painted mint green, along with white tile covering half of the walls. Fairy lights were hung from the window frames connecting the room, illuminating everything inside. There weren't many sitting areas inside regarding the small space, and the line wasn't very long. The young girl didn't know how she would pay for her food but she hoped something would happen.

As she stood waiting in line amongst strangers, a quite familiar sound came from a TV screen hung on the corner that she hadn't noticed before.

"Radiant. Carefree. Dreamy. Adrien, the Fragrance."

It was the same ad her parents had shown them multiple times before. Emma refused to believe her dad was a world-famous teen model, but after seeing his old ad in London, the young girl was more than convinced he had actually been famous. She couldn't help but stare at the girl standing next to her in line, who was practically drooling at the TV. Emma was rather uncomfortable at the sight of the girl looking at her father like that, but she didn't need any more reassurance of his successful career as a teenager.