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[40] - 『 𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 』

* Re-write episode — Sole Crusher.

• Saturday

❀MARINETTE❀

How could I say things are going fine? I mean, what am I supposed to do!

Go back to being a regular girl? Forget that I was in charge of powerful-beings that could re-shape the universe?!

What did Tiki mean?!

"Marinette Sweetie, can you please pass the crate of apples?" My mom says.

I snap out of my thoughts, and go to the other side of the counter to pick them up. I walk back when I accidentally bump into a customer.

"WAhh—sorry. I'm so sorry!" I scramble to the floor and pick up the apples.

Gosh I'm such a klutz!

The other person picks them up too responding, "Oh no worries! Forgive me, I'm new around here so I wasn't sure if this was the famous bakery everyone is talking about."

I look down at their shoes, colorful converse, it has one piece of writing on it. I stand up curious but then meet them face to face. This customer, it's a girl. Who looks, about my age.

Blond hair, pink streak, yellow beanie and blue eyes.

I pull out my hand, "Oh uh—it's okay. You're at the right place, this is the Dupain-Bakery. Do you have an order number?"

She nervously laughs, "Uhm... no actually. I just came from New York, so... I was hoping I could check this place out?"

I smile and decide to give her a friendly gesture, "New York City? Of course! Your accent! Here, let me give you a fresh batch of croissants, on the house."

I felt kind of bad that I had already bumped into this person.

My mother looks at us smiling.

This girl's eyes gleam in cheerfulness, "What? No I couldn't possibly do that! You're too kind." She waves her hands.

I grab some anyway and give them to her.

"Marinette, my name is Marinette." I say to her holding my hand out.

She looks down and carry's the bag in her other arm holding out her hand, "Zoe, I'm... Zoe."

I smile, "Well then Zoe, pleased to meet you. Feel free to come back anytime."

She smiles and waves back, "Thanks! Will do!" She heads on out eating a croissant.

"Sweetie, I need you to check on the oven!" My mom exclaims.

"On my way!" I respond back.

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• ZOE •

"I guess thwis isit." I swallow my remaining croissant putting the rest aside.