An Unlucky First Day
A/N:
Yep. I'm inlove with Miraculous and whether it's in French, Korean or English, I just really love everything about it so I decided to contribute to the fandom!
Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste and the other characters are not mine. They are the wonderful brain-childs of their respective creators.
Sarabella Morin is my OC. [Let's hope she doesn't turn into a Mary Sue. I know we all hate them.]
This isn't all about the Adrien x OC, though. As much as I despise the lack of Adrien x OC (yes, I'm that thirsty lol I'm not even ashamed of that hahaha) in the fandom, I'd like to make this an experimental thing where Marinette and Adrien and the whole class is out of College, finished their Lycees and into university life. I mean, what could go wrong, right?
PS. Both still have their respective Kwamis and they're still fighting crime together. I can't bear to remove that in my storyline because LadyNoir is just... OTP! *insert hearts and moe here*
Aight, into the story then! Sorry for my ramblings, my royalties.
The black-haired girl looked around the peculiar interior of Charles de Gaulle Airport. The arched ceiling gave off an intimidating aura for her as she had never seen a curvilinear design like that in person. She opened her DSLR camera and took photos for her archive. Damn, those curves sure are gorgeous, she thought. The other tourists look at her with amused glances. Never have they ever seen a woman of her age and stature to be so open about her enthusiasm towards the design of the building. After a while of snapping pictures, she started walking excitedly towards the exit of the airport and whispered to herself, "After eighteen hours of flight… Paris, France! I'm finally here!"
With her incoming jetlag postponed due to her eagerness to travel, the ravenette newcomer first stopped at a shop, buying herself a SIM card with load for her phone and a croissant and coffee for her breakfast. She hailed a cab and seated herself comfortably, telling the driver that she intended to go to the Eiffel Tower, one of Paris' famous landmarks. The woman munched on her pastry while putting in the number of her cousin on her phone, dialing it and waiting for response.
"Hello, Christa Olivier from Agreste Designs Inc. speaking." Came the terse greeting of her cousin.
She was glad that it wasn't voice mail and animatedly asked, "Christa, are you busy?"
There was silence from the other side of the line then a muffled 'what'. "Sarabella, is that you?" Her cousin asked with a hesitant tone.
"Yep!" Sarabella smiled despite knowing that her cousin won't be able to see her.
A livid gasp was heard but the ravenette took it as a sign of surprise. "Why do you have a France-registered number?" Her cousin questioned cautiously.
"Oh, I just bought a SIM card here at the airport." She explained enthusiastically, not minding the mortified expressions her cousin showed her through the phone call. "I didn't know it was a lot more expensive back at home." Sarabella added.
"Wait. You're here in Paris?!"
"Oui!" She answered in French confidently, "Surprise!"
"You are currently here in Paris?!" Christa repeated doubtfully. Sarabella finished her croissant and tucked the pastry paper on her bag, careful to not litter on her first day in Paris.
"Yeah. Wanna meet up? My itinerary's blank until Sunday!" Sarabella said, remembering that her working days are Mondays, Wednesday afternoons, Thursdays and Fridays while her culinary classes are Tuesdays, Wednesday mornings and Saturdays. And considering that she planned to come to France three days early from the start of her work as an architect and studies as a student, Sarabella decided she'll familiarize herself first with the surroundings and adjust to Parisian living.
"No, I can't join you." Christa replied abruptly. "I have photoshoots today."
She gave out a disappointed groan, "How about tomorrow?"
"Runway shows and events. I still can't."
"Alright then." The ravenette understood her cousin's reasons. Being a fashion designer and a model in such a blooming industry must've put Christa in a very stressful state right now, she thought understandingly, I hope she'll get through it. "Text me if you want to meet up. I'm free on Wednesday afternoons and Sundays." Christa ended the call.
With a sigh, Sarabella peeked at the windows and stared the Eiffel's ginormous profile despite the slight distance. "Well... I guess I get to see the Eiffel Tower by myself."
Upon arriving at the famous landmark, she paid for her fare and bought herself a detailed map of Paris and its other popular places. Sarabella walked for several minutes and stopped at the best spot to observe the Eiffel.
Being a newly graduated architect at the age of twenty-one, she developed a habit of scrutinizing and criticizing every minor and major detail of a structure. The Eiffel tower is no exception. "Eugh." She grunted in disgust while eyeing at the figure. "My professors are right. It is ugly."
"What's ugly, ma Chèrie?" A heavily-accented voice asked her from behind.
Being busy with imagining and re-imagining a proper design for the landmark, Sarabella absent-mindedly answered, "The Eiffel tower."
There was a chuckle from the direction of the voice and Sarabella was diverted from the structure to the handsome young man that laughed at her from behind. From her point of view, he was divine and god-like. The wind-swept golden blonde hair. The vivid green irises. The flawlessly attractive face. "Well, that's a first." He proudly said to her in English. "I've never seen a foreigner seethe in disgust at the Eiffel for all my life."
"Oh." She dumbly replied, still ogling at his perfect beauty. She realized that, aside from the taxi driver and airport attendants, he is the first Parisian that had ever initiated a casual conversation. She also realized that this conversation started because she called the Eiffel 'ugly'. "I'm so sorry, handsome boy!" The black-haired foreigner blurted out due to embarrassment and fear of further humiliation.
"Handsome boy?" The blonde French repeated, amused by her reply.
The architect once again realized what she has said and knew it was a situation where there is no point of turning back. Oh crap. Good job, Sarabella. She thought to herself sarcastically. What a pleasant impression to give to a Parisian, a handsome Parisian at that. What an unlucky first day!
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