Sugar Rush

Sugar Rush {2/2} : Respite

Would you believe that this was originally supposedly be an one shot. It's just goes to show that things don't always match up to your expectations. Just like...wait I'm saying too much. Hello my everyone, it's Doodle here with the newest part of the story "Sugar Rush". I hope you like it! 💕

Sugar Rush

Respite.
Time moves quickly, especially in moments of crisis. It's natural to have the urge to race through things to get the desired results. But in these moments tunnel vision develops causing us to block the truth around us of what seems to be a surface level problem. However, it's important to take your time to understand the situation that's right in front of you. Sometimes, it's a necessity to slow down so your emotions won't rule over you. When we allow ourselves and others a chance to breathe, the realization will arrive that the solution is actually not that far out of reach.

She could feel herself pleading with the universe while the scales continue to tip against her. If only her wishes could be answered so this current crisis that loomed over the city could be resolved. However she was aware that this cruel world did not work like that. These bitter realities are what brought Sabrina Raincomprix into a wave of internal uproar. She felt powerless where she stood, in line at Rosie's Café.

Calm surroundings that contrasted with the feeling of distress that had seeped into her veins. Onlookers would rationalize that Sabrina did not have much to worry within the confines of the cozy café. The scenery was pleasant with the interior's light green walls, dark wooden tables and chairs that filled the dining area. A rustic brick wall behind the main counter that held the cash register. Beside it was a large illuminated dessert case filled with croissants, bagels, muffins and various flavors of cookies. The redhead did not even appear to be in a state of physical disarray.

In fact, Sabrina was dressed quite nicely. She was wearing a light yellow flutter sleeve blouse, a black knee length button up skirt, black lace flats and a black crossbody bag with a triangular white flap with two black bows atop of each other. A part of her hair tucked behind her ear pulled back by a silver hairpin with a diamond bejeweled bee on the end. Sure, the line was long but again there were worse places to be during summer Saturday afternoon.

There were worse places to be in Paris.

Just a few blocks away a city block became stomping ground for an akuma attack. A group of villains calling themselves The Cynical Seven arrived ambushing the heroes who recently resolved a previous attack. The group's numbers had recently dwindled to four thanks to the solo efforts of Chat Noir in battle. Although the cat's era of triumph quickly ended almost as soon as it had started with his leg currently pinned against the city's asphalt by an anvil.

But Sabrina knew about those things as she had watched those events unveiled. Mostly through her phone screen as the local news was broadcasting the fight from a helicopter via the news app that she had downloaded based on her father's insistence.

Her teal eyes remained transfixed on the screen as she stepped forward in line. Before adjusting the black wireless headphones in her ears. The camera was still panned down on Chat Noir and the remaining members of The Cynical Seven. To watch this felt like an obligation even if that meant with baited breath. Still compromised, Chat Noir struggled to pull his leg from the anvil that brought him down. Meanwhile the residual villains from the hero's previous skirmish: Pixelator, Horrorifcator, Evillustrator and Volpina loomed over him.

Horrificator bared her razor sharp teeth like a vengeful wolf. Pixelator lightly tapped the crowbar in his hand against his knuckles. Evillustrator kept his pen against the drawing tablet attached to his arm as several darts floated midair pointed at the hero. His eyes laid steadily on Chat Noir, waiting for any sudden movement to vanquish. While the fox villainess herself, Volpina had one end of her flute pressed underneath Chat Noir's chin.