The taste of Vanilla

Y/n notices that her school days pass swiftly, a fact she doesn't mind at all, as she eagerly waits for the night when she can sit atop her bedroom balcony and talk with her beloved black cat.
(cringe little fic between reader and chat noir)
HEHE~

I am so very sorry in advance for the absolute monstrosity that this read is going to be. My dyslexic ass can't spell so there is that.