Miraculous short- stories book 3 by Summer Cheng @SummerCheng37.

Thank Goodness It's You Part 4 (Felinette) by Summer Cheng @SummerCheng37

  Felix's POV:

   I smile when I see the texts from her.

   I am glad she has a cat. Wait, she said she lost a hair ribbon.

   Could that mean, I already met her?

     I suppose there is only one way to find out.

     I see where she says Jagged Stone concert or the park.

    I smile. I think I pick the part so it will be less crowded, but we can go to a concert some other time.

    Text to soulmate... "If you want a less crowded area, then the park is it, girl."

       I smile. I hope she responds soon.

        I  sigh as I pet Plagg. "Plagg, can you believe it? What if we have already seen her and did not realize it was her?" Plagg responds with his usual meow!

         Time skip!

       Two days later, I got a response from her. I wonder where she has been the past two days.

           Text from soulmate..."Hey, soulmate! I think the park sounds great."

             Text to soulmate..." Where were you? I missed you for two whole days."

             Text from soulmate..."Sorry, had an extra busy day at the bakery. Is it okay if we meet today?"  

               Text to soulmate..."Yes, that would be great!"

                 Text from soulmate..."Good see you say at 2 pm?" She asks.

                  Text to soulmate..."Yes, 2 pm sounds good."

          I  scratch Plagg's head. I am excited because today I got to meet her.

            I hope she is the one I think her to be.

             I change my outfit four times I am so nervous. I finally settled on my black suit.

              I  wonder, will she expect flowers?  I realize I do not understand much about girls.

            I purchase roses, lilies, daisies, and lilacs. I suppose it is a bit much, but I never did ask her favorite flower.

            What if she dislikes my hair or worse hates me?

               What if she is not as great as I expected?

              I shake my head, you have texted her for two years. If she were ditching you she would have done it years ago. I breathe a sigh of relief.

         I leave my house at 1:45 pm to give myself fifteen extra minutes to get to the park. This way, I will not be late to meet her.

         I arrive early. I  stand beside the fountain feeling like a stupid lovesick boy.

       I hold the vase with a variety of flowers inside it. I hope she likes them.

       I also have a black handkerchief in my pocket. It is mostly for looks.

       I watch as right at 2 pm, a girl wearing a long,  flowy blue shirt, white socks, blue shoes, and a white shirt enters the park. She has her hair in familiar space buns with a blue ribbon, and wears blue hoops and a pearl necklace. She is as beautiful as I remembered. I smirk.