The MIRACULOUS Next Generation

Epilogue

The atmosphere of the Airport was lively, with people chatting among themselves; children running around causing parents to panic. It was barely nine in the morning. He pulled his luggage behind him; it wasn't as much some people expected him to take.

He fixed his glasses and straightened his back when he saw a group of females glancing at him and giggling among themselves.

"What a haste," he muttered; one of the girls approached him smiling.

"Flint Joseph, right?" She asked.

He wanted to deny being the said person but thought better of it.

"yes?"

"OMG, I am such a huge fan of you! are your teammates here too?" He didn't think she could smile even more brightly and was thankful for wearing sunglasses, "No, they are not,"

"Aww, I am a huge fan of all of your team!" She clapped her hands.

"Can we take a picture with you?" Her friends joined her side, smiling just as brightly.

"Of course," He gave them a charming smile.

"Thank you so much," After taking a couple of pictures, the girls left.

He sighed and walked towards the exit.

"When are you going to play with me?" The young girl pulled at her apron.

"Just a moment," She looked at her doe-like eyes.

"Please, Emma, I am bored," The young girl pouted, "Loius, Why dont you play with Henry?" She pulled freshly baked bread out of the oven.

"he doesn't like me,"

"I wonder why..."

"Where is he anyway?"

The young girl's eyes lit up with an idea, "if I look for him would you play with us?"

"Alright, Loius," Emma dismissed her mindlessly as a customer entered the shop.

"yeh! I will go look for him,"

Loius ran out of the shop without her sister noticing.

'Nothing has changed in past five years,' He thought, 'then again, what do I expect to change,'

Flint shoved his hands in his pocket and pulled out his phone, "Hey, Hamza, I am here in Paris. can we meet?"

"Oh my goodness! Is that you, Flint?" the female on the other end spoke.

"Hello, Sara," his voice was monotone.

"You said you are back?!" He can glee radiating from her through the phone.

"Why did you pick Hamza's phone?"

"That's because he is in the bathroom,"

"Am I hearing wedding bells in the future?" He chuckled at the image of Sara and Hamza getting married.

"Well, what about you?" she changed the topic, "What about me?"

"come on, Flint, do you have any foreigner sweetheart?"

his answer was simple, "no, I dont,"

"How is your brother doing?"

"He is doing splendid," Her voice dropped to a whisper, "he is a big fan of your soccer team; dont tell him I told you,"

After some time, Flint heard a 'Meow' "Sara, I've got to go, tell Hamza I called," He craned his neck to find a black cat sitting on his side.

He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his nose, "Are you lost?"