Call me Emma, Emma Agreste

Chapter 14: Dinner with Mr Agreste

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 

HEY MY DEVILLED EGGS. 

IM STILL ALIVE. 😳

YA'LL ARE SHOOK. 

YES, THE CORONAVIRUS IS IN MY COUNTRY. 

NO, I DO NOT HAVE IT.

YES, IM NOT AT SCHOOL

ANY OTHER QUESTIONS?

BACK TO MY NORMAL RANT OF QUESTIONS....

HOW ARE YOU? 

DID YOU MISS ME? 

ARE YOU SICK OF ALL MY QUESTIONS YET...IM LOOKING AT YOU SARAH! 

ANYWAY, LET'S GET ON W/ THE CHAPTER SHALL WE......

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Adrien's POV: 

Emma was acting strange as we walked to my house; I didn't like it. The tension between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I wanted to say something, anything that would get us talking again. I hated the silence.

"Emma-."

"Adrien-."

We said in unison. I chuckled. 

"No you go-."

"No you go-." 

We did it again. 

"Okay, I'll just speak-." 

"Okay, I'll just speak-." 

Even I was getting a little irritated at this point. 

"Would you just stop a second!" Emma spoke. The lack of amusement in her voice. Upon seeing herself lash out; she apologised. "Sorry, I." She looked down. I knew she didn't want to finish her sentence and she didn't have to. Her brother was clearly on her mind and she was upset by it. 

"It's okay, you don't have to apologise." I said, hopefully giving her comfort. I think it worked because she gave me a sweet smile. Closing her eyes and trying to stop crying. 

As we proceeded to walk in the rain I tried to edge closer to her with every step. I didn't really know what to say; I mean what would you say to a homeless girl who you've fallen in love with and their brother is in serious pain. 

The Louvre wasn't that far from my house so it took us about 15 minutes to get there. We remained silent for the whole walk. It wasn't nice, I felt uncomfortable. 

"So," I began as we reached the gate to my house. "This is it." I gestured to my house; nervous as anything. I looked in her direction when I didn't get a response. 

She was focused on her phone screen. It was still raining so it was extremely wet but I could still see the bright green bubbles across its surface: a text message. Probably her bother. I deduced. "Emma," I patted her on the shoulder as the gates opened; I had already buzzed for Nathalie to let us in. She jumped 

"Sorry, I was.... occupied." She was distant. Contrary to how she was when I met her; something was wrong. 

As we walked up the stairs I could already see Nathalie's iron stare. "Adrien , who is this?" She inquired. 

"This is Emma, the girl I told father about." I linked my arm with hers in a sudden movement. It felt natural somehow; like someone was judging her so I had to support her. Act professional. I reminded myself. "We have a Dinner scheduled with my father."