-Goodnight, Moon.- (Chat Noir)

Emancipate

 On what should presumably be the best day of her life, Andromeda Clements was not as happy as her legal counselor was for her. Andromeda was finally starting a new life in Paris, far, far away from the life she once knew. Andromeda Clements should be happy, in theory, but emancipation isn't as charming as one may assume.

For starters, the only thing Andromeda knew about Paris was that she needed to speak French, which she had spent the past few months learning while recovering. However, Andromeda knew nothing of how the city worked, nothing of where anything was located, and no clarity as to what building was the school she'd be attending and what was a museum. Paris was a confusing place for an unprepared girl, and Andromeda was certainly just that, unprepared.

"Pardon, Monsieur!" She let out a desperate cry before the only man she had seen walking on this street disappeared back into his shop. "Is this Gotlib street?"

"Indeed it is, do you need some directions?" The older male smiled at her, offering his best polite look to the obvious foreigner.

"Uhm, I'm actually looking for 21 Gotlib?" Andromeda double checked the paper she was holding tight in her left hand, making sure she not only gave the right number, but pronounced it correctly. Honestly, Andromeda had nothing to worry about when it came to her speaking French, but that didn't stop her FROM worrying about it.

"Well, you're currently at 12 Gotlib. If you continue in that direction, you'll come upon an apartment complex with green roofing, I believe that's where 21 Gotlib is located." He points off to the right and Andromeda lets out a relieved sigh.

"Merci!" She clutches her suitcase handle with a new found confidence, hustling off to the new place she'd be calling home. Andromeda would have exactly 4 hours to settle in before she'd head over to the boutique for her interview.

The reality was this; if Andromeda didn't find a job soon, she's not sure she'd make it past a few months in Paris, which could mean being sent back home to live with her Aunt. Living with her mother's sister wasn't something Andromeda could sleep with at night, so she was very determined to make Paris work, or rather-- to work in Paris.

"Are you perhaps, Miss Clements?" A man stood at the door to the apartments, seemingly not that much older than Andromeda, perhaps an 8 year gap between the two. "My name is Theo, we spoke on the phone?" He offered her his hand to shake, which Andromeda quickly grabbed as she recognized the voice.

"Right!" She cried, a little overwhelmed and a little excited that she managed to find the proper building. "Sorry if I'm a little late, I uhm. Kind of got lost in the 8th arrondissement." She brushes some hair out of her face with the hand that still clutched her paperwork. "Oh! Here, I brought the check with me."

"You haven't even seen the apartment yet!" Theo laughed at the eager teen, who waved her hands.

"Trust me, if I don't take this offer I'll be sleeping on the street tonight." She insists the check over to the man, who takes it gratefully and holds the door open for the girl.

"Well then, let me walk you up." Theo leads the way up to the third floor, casting back a glance as they enter the hallway. "I have to ask, why blue hair?"

Andromeda wasn't sure how to answer that. She could answer honestly, but for some reason, she'd rather put the past behind her. She was ready for Paris to be her fresh start.

"My mom never let me dye it when I lived at her house. Being on my own now, seemed like a nice way to feel that freedom." Theo unlocked the door to the girl's new apartment.

"I don't say this often, so take it with pride-- It looks nice, Miss Clements." He smiles as he hands the girl her keys, and Andromeda offers the man her best smile.