Nino wasn't kidding. Half of Paris was in Lucky Red between morning and lunchtime. So Bridgette was on a roll. Her business was booming, her cousin's annoying stalker (kinda) backed off. Everything was going perfectly smooth.
The cafe went quiet as the number of hungry customers dissolved near the end of the day.
By 5 o'clock, there were three people in the whole cafe. Still Bridgette maintained her energy and strutted over the table at the back, noticing a new, lone figure.
"Hello, welcome to Lucky Red! How can I he-"
The rest of her words dried up in her mouth.
Felix sat before her, arms crossed, not even looking up from his book.
Like Marinette, she looked like she just seen a ghost! Her already pale skin became a new lighter shade of white.
Felix was in her cafe.
Felix was in her cafe!
"Excuse me?"
Bridgette blinked. Felix now had his attention on her instead of his book.
"I'll have a black coffee, please."
She nodded and walked off. He watched her go, eyeing her hips swinging to the striving of her long legs.
In a matter of minutes, the woman came back with his order.
"Here you go."
Once she set the coffee down, he said something that threw her off.
"You look nice."
No, she looked sexy.
While Marinette was the very embodiment of innocence, Bridgette as an older woman firmly represented allure.
Her hair, blue as midnight, ran down her back in luscious waves and flicks, as if a lover run their fingers through it, while elaborated in a French braid. Big gold earrings shone in her earlobes. Pure, pale skin as white as snow. Her outfit truly brought out the deep curves of her petite body. The blouse she wore was a rich purple, tight, with sleeves cuffed over her elbows, and completely off her shoulders and so low at the neck, her bursting chest on a tempting display. Her tiny waist pop out in the navy pencil skirt while the fishnet tights running over her thick thighs and long legs, and red pumps on her kicking feet gave a passionate height to her small stature.
In other words, she was one heck of a woman.
"...Thanks. You too."
Felix had grown too.
He was always so handsome in an intimidating manner. His eyes, sharp as a hawk, studied her intensely. His neat hair was longer, sleekly tied in low ponytail, though some strands sprung free over his face. His manly physique had changed since she last saw him. He was taller, leaner yet had more muscle. His clothes plain did nothing to hide his gorgeousness. A dark-green shirt, a black tie tucked in, a brown jumper on top, dark grey trousers that went skinny down his long, long legs and shiny brown loafers. A black side-bag worn across his chest and settled on his hip, adorning his family's brand name and logo in gold.
She turned to leave, however, his voice stopped her.
"9 years, hasn't it?"
She turned around to him. "8 actually."
The air chilled.
"You earned yourself quite a reputation." He said in between sips of his hot beverage. "Kicking top models out and breaking their noses. Even got yourself a nickname. The Shroom of France."
"If that is what you call woman with dignity and a brain, then yes, I am a 'shroom'." She stepped forward, closing the space between them. "Since you're here, I'm gonna tell you something."
She bent forward, leaning in so their eyes met. She hissed threateningly. "Tell your brother to stay away from my cousin."
In one swift move, she backed off Felix and twisted her hips around but only made one foot forward when he call out to her, again.
"There's a new restaurant in the upper east, very classy."
She turned back to him, wearing her best deadpan expression. "And very hard to get in to for common folk like me, in case you've forgotten."
"I could get you in there, for a night. Together."
Bridgette froze. She almost could barely speak. Almost.
"Are you...asking me out?"
Felix stared at her, impassively. Not a slight of emotion on him.
She shook her head and narrowed her eyes. "Forget it, Felix. I'm not going down that road again."
"I've been meaning to find you again. I just needed a clue. Luckily our little ones knew each other."
"And thanks to your brother, they are now caught in the same cat and bug game we were in."
"We're still playing. I'm not quitting until I get my prize."
"What prize? You are only asking me out just so your brother can ask out my cousin." She was now gripping the table. "I don't want to lose her virginity at 17 like I did."
"She's not 17. She's legal, same as Adrien."
"Still too young."
Their noses were touching as their faces shared glares.
"Marinette and Adrien have a chance. You can't make them miserable just because you can't let go of the past."
He was right. Bridgette was too stubborn to release the pain and instead she forced it upon her and others.
"Neither could you. So look how well we turned out."
"Brie-"
Oh how that cheesy pet name gave her shivers of pleasure!
"Felix, the last time I saw you was in the back of a bookshop with my legs around your waist."
He sighed heavily, either of the memory of that encounter or her continuing the argument.
"Father has me sent off to Austria that night. I didn't had a say in it, there was nothing I can do."
"What about telling me?"
He went silent. He also looked away from the shame and guilt of his action.
"Didn't think a long distance relationship will work between us?"
"Father-"
"Ah, ye olde 'thy father' excuse. Do you know how many times I listened to that rubbish every time I want to do something? Still Daddy's boy, huh?"
He slammed his hand on the table, rattling the cutlery and China.
"My father is always controlling me. You have to understand that!"
"What I understand is that you used that excuse way too times!"
Bridgette rose her voice as did her ire.
"You didn't want to be embarrassed getting dumped by a lower class girl so you held onto me until you dumped me! If I was perfect Ladybug all the time, you would do anything and everything to stand with me." Her voice begun to quiver. Even tears brewed. "Just like your brother. You both always chose the dream over the real thing."
"Didn't you and Marinette?"
Felix shot her down with one single retort.
She intake the hostile air before whipping him in the eyes with her hair as she turned away and stomped off.
She left him with bitter coffee.
He left her with a big tip.
She remembered sitting on a bench in Parc de Belleville. She remembered gazing at the view of Paris.
Her new home.
The sight was beautiful.
But it only saddened her.
She was younger, a late teenager. She had worn a white long-sleeved top, tight jean skirt, black tights, and brown boots. Simple gold stud earrings in her ears. Her long blue hair, used to be messily worn, was tied in two tightly made braids.
She touched her earrings, expecting them to do...something.
Her sad lips dropped more.
"Brie."
She turned to her right.
Felix was standing there, clutching two pink slips of paper in his hand.
"I've got tickets to the opera tonight."
His face was uncharacteristically friendly, his lips smiling, his eyes gleaming hopeful.
But she coldly turned away, just as he did with her before, oh so many times.
"Bridgette, I want another date with you. Together."
"The last one was only a pity date. It doesn't count." She snapped.
"Then I want a real date to make it count." He pleaded, actually pleaded to her. "If you don't like opera, I could exchange the tickets for a movie instead."
At once, she stood up and faced him, appearing not too happy.
"Do you think this is easy? You think you can give me a taste of my own medicine? I never had a chance with you so why you are doing everything I did with you? Because you had money and I don't? You think you can do anything you want just because you're rich? I've wasted so much time on talking to you when you just ignore me. I wasted money on tickets to the movies or for a concert, events I never went to because you always said no, and on presents I brought and made just for you that only ended up in the rubbish bin two minutes after I gave it to you. I wasted good food for you that you never tasted and just threw away. I wasted so much on you! I'm done taking risks."
Then she spun around, her braids whipping him in the face, and stalked off, leaving him behind in his dejected state.
Despite the argument, he sent her flowers the next day.
Orchids in a delicate shade of purple.
Her favourite flower.
She remembered the last time he did that.
He was chasing after her for a night out.
The game had begun once again.
The tables had turned.
She was the distant loner and he was the persistent suitor.
Felix chased Bridgette all over Paris.
He was sending her flowers, gifts, letters, giving her anything a girl could want, thanks to his wealth.
But she wasn't a materialistic girl.
No matter how many expensive gifts he lavish on her, she was adamant about her resolve. She was NOT interested in another pity date with him.
In Paris, he returned to homeschooling, but he caught whatever chance to escape, at any cost, to go after Bridgette and convince her to change her deadest mind.
He once waited outside her school. Sitting in his fancy Porsche, he waited until the bell rang, the flood of students pouring out, recognising he twilight blue hair instantly.
Beside a guy.
They were talking animatedly, the boy was touching her arm.
Felix gripped the steering wheel, jealousy consuming him to decide on a rash move and honked the horn loudly, cutting down the conservation.
When Bridgette saw that it saw him, she frowned.
"Oh for the love of God! Don't you ever give up?"
He followed her in his car as she walked to the bank to drop off her deposits. For protection, he said, in case she might get robbed. The only thing she was robbed of was her sanity.
"I told you before and I'm telling you again, I'm not gonna date you just so your brother can prey on my cousin. Marinette only said that to put him off."
He smirked. "We Agreste men are rather stubborn."
She huffed and hurried her pace, eventually losing him in the traffic.
Adrien and Marinette don't remember, but they had actually met before.
As children.
Felix finally got Bridgette accept an offer of his. Bridgette only said yes because it was tickets to a fashion show so she can bring Marinette. Her little cousin loved fashion even at such a young age.
The little girl loved every minute of it, upholding the biggest smile Bridgette had ever seen. Marinette's big blue eyes sparkled as she watched extravagant clothes and chicken legs stroll down the catwalk. The experience enriching her future and imagination.
After the show ended, the cousins went backstage thanks to the VIP passes Felix gave Bridgette. Little Marinette looped her head around and around, making her older cousin laugh goodheartedly. The little girl was in heaven, where there were angels of supermodels, fashion designers, makeup artists...
And God himself. Gabriel Agreste.
Felix was there with him, sharing an intense stare-down showdown. He spotted sight of her at the corner of his eye and he smiled. Then Gabriel glanced Bridgette's way.
His eyes were the same as Felix's, a blend of grey, blue and green, sharpened and glaring, though his steely stare held much more intimidation than his son's.
Bridgette felt scared.
The man turned away first, departing elsewhere. Felix released a weighted sigh of long contained air before coming over to the cousins, smiling at the eldest.
"Did you enjoy it?" He asked, beaming.
Bridgette found herself smiling back. "Marinette loved it."
She looked down on her precious little cousin, finding the girl shyly admiring another wonderful feature of the fashion world, a pink blush blush adorned her cheeks.
It was a little boy of Marinette's age, curled around Felix's fancy-panted legs. Skin and hair of gold, bright green eyes. He was adorable, truly unlike any other boy in the world.
Like Felix. Who picked the boy up with a tender smile.
"This is my little brother, Adrien."
The boy called Adrien yawned.
"He's so cute!"
"He's tired from modelling for photos all day."
"Isn't he a little young for modelling?"
"Father thought he was getting too restless and decided to put him to work. The only way he's going to get out of the mansion is if he becomes father's poster child."
"Not you?"
"I don't have his charm. I prefer handling the business."
And then Marienette stumbled over her feet, her eyes blinking of sleep. So Bridgette picked her up. The little girl immediately fell fast asleep in her arms.
"We should go home."
"I can give you a ride."
For once more in a good long while, Bridgette agreed.
He drove her home in his shiny Porsche while she sat in the back, the two children fast asleep on either side of her.
Soon, they reached the Dupain-Cheng Patisserie, where she now lived with aunt Sabine and Uncle Tom and cousin Marinette.
The thought of a family of three stung her.
Gathering Marinette up gently, Bridgette carefully got out of the car without waking the kids up. The window on the driver's side rolled down, revealing Felix.
"Thanks for the invite." She said.
"You can thank me by going to the movies with me tomorrow night." He answered back.
She sighed. "You don't give up, do you?"
He only smirked and raised a brow. Both of which were sexy.
A small smirk appeared on her lips. "I'll consider it."
"Consider this."
A hand grasped hold of her waist and pulled her in, with a set of firm lips taking hold of her open mouth.
She gasped through his mouth as she arched forward and down awkwardly while holding a little girl.
He was kissing her.
They were having a real kiss.
A real, passionate kiss!
They would've kissed all night if it wasn't for the amused sounds coming from Bridgette's aunt and uncle, causing the two teenagers to jump apart and blush furiously.
"Well, uh..." Felix cleared his croaking throat, trying to keep Bridgette from leaving sooner. "I'll pick you at 8."
And with that, the window rolled up, cutting the teenagers' 'conversation' short as well as hiding his burning red face, and the suave car drove off into the night.
Bridgette looked on after the car, smiling. She could feel a warm feeling rising from inside of her body.
A feeling she thought she'd lost forever.
The Agreste Fashion building was empty at the evening, save for a few workaholics.
One of them was shut in his office, sitting at his polished oak desk, buried under piles of papers and books and folders.
Not unusual for a hardworking man.
27 year-old Felix Victor Agreste, eldest son of Gabriel Agreste and older brother of Adrien Louis Agreste, handling the business side of his father's fashion empire.
Or what he was supposed to do.
Every time he tried to write, only words of seductive apology came out. Whenever he tried to read, the face of a blue-haired beauty clouded his vision and mind. Even when he took a break, all he thought about was Bridgette.
She was like a virus, infecting his senses and his life.
He dragged his hand over his face, stretching tired skin.
"What the hell am I doing? Why can't I leave her alone?" He asked himself sluggishly.
The worksheets in front of him were replaced with the feminine features of a woman.
"Oh, that's it."
Seeing his attempts to work fruitless, he directed his attention to a worn piece of paper that was written in blue pen and red hearts, ending with a cursive signature.
The last love letter she gave him. He had kept it for so many years. The only one he didn't throw away. Unfortunately, that was the only gift he kept before she stopped her advances.
He ignorantly threw away anything she gifted him until he realised...
He felt something for her.
He wanted her back.
And obviously arguing with as well as showering her with flowers wasn't making much of an improvement.
It was time for a new approach.
He got up from his chair, strolled to the door and looked out, catching sight of his little brother who was hanging around to catch a glimpse of their father's most promising designer.
"Adrien, I need a favour."
Following their first real non-pity date to the movies, Bridgette and Felix had fallen into a relationship. A real relationship, just as he promised. The cracks in Bridgette's heart began to heal. They went on a few dates throughout the weeks, coming up to one important event in their lives.
One night, they were in Felix's car, on the forest outskirts closest yet most far part of Paris.
And they were kissing as if they could only survive on the air found in each other's mouths.
The temperature within the car spiked as lips smacked open mouthed, loud gasps made and hands danced around two grinding bodies.
Seated in the passenger seat, Felix pressing her against the leather while they make out in wild abandonment. And then his mouth jumped to her neck, planting big kisses on her throat, his teeth nipped at the skin.
Slowly, he moved down her body, kissing every bare skin, down her shoulder, her chest, her leg, all the way down to her...
Bridgette squeaked and squirmed in her seat. She gripped on everything she reached for as he worked wonders down below. After a few pleasures, he shot up to resume kissing her passionately. Her hands tangled in his hair.
And then he flipped their positions, with him pressed against his Italian leather seat and her on top of him, nestled on his lap.
He kissed her hungrily, devouring her, roaming his hands up and down her thighs, over her smooth, round derrière.
Her panties long gone. Discarded on the floor.
She was wearing a flimsy, strapless, pink sundress of thin fabric.
His own clothes were messily undone, shirt burst open, his abs bared, and trousers pulled down.
Along with his briefs.
He settled between her legs that wrapped around his waist and hastily pulled down her dress. No bra was worn at all. At the tender age of 18, her breasts were quite small at the time.
But he marvelled them anyway, his hands grabbing hold of those two soft orbs of skin, moulding them, bringing the girl leaning back and moaning.
And then his hands moved down, replaced by his mouth hungrily kissing her breasts while his wandering hands push up her skirt.
She got excited, gripping hold of his shoulders.
"Oh Felix..."
He slipped on a foil between them before he gently rocks into her. She made a whimper and tightened her hands, her nails digging through his shirt.
To ease her, he kissed her sweetly while he thrust through her. Eventually, over time the girl got past the pain, now raptured with pleasures she had never imagined.
"Keep going. Keep going!"
The car seemed to shrink under the heat inside as the teenagers rutted like wild animals in heat, Felix tilting his head far back and his eyes rolling to the back of his head, Bridgette squealing and bouncing up and down, up and down, up and down…
"Don't stop. Oh God, don't stop!"
He clutched her ass tight, grunting, feeling the pressure coming. In response, she flung her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder, screaming just as the climax hit the both of them.
Groaning together, they held onto each other, coated in sweat. She fell limp, snuggling her face in his neck. His hands stroked her hair and back tenderly.
In the midst of making soft moans of relief, the couple used what little strength they had left to raise their heads and look into each other's eyes. They were half-naked, still connected, but they were happy. Together.
"I love you." Bridgette whispered.
Felix smiled. "I love you too."
Pulling her in, he caressed her face, kissing her sweetly.
Nothing was better after a busy day of work than to relax.
Bridgette lounged on her purple in her red silk pajamas, drinking her special hot chocolate with important Mexican cocoa, watching her favourite movies The Princess and the Frog and Woman on Top.
It was a long day so she watched two.
Marinette was fast asleep in her room after an exhausting day of designing (and fighting Akumas). Bridgette let her sleep and just treated herself from the craziness from the last few days.
Taps on the window accrued. She brushed it off as the wind but it persisted, disturbing her from the movie. Muttering 'for God sake' under her frustrated breath, she stood up and walked over to open the window to check whatever was interrupting her 'me' time.
Not a tree branch or the wind or even a woodpecker but a cat.
Not the regular four-legged, furry mammal neither.
Perched on her window was Chat Noir.
Or what happened to be Chat Noir.
Up close and personal, he looked like he had aged overnight. A good ten years. He was more of a beast of a cat. He got bigger, taller, all the more intimidating. The tight black leather suit brought out his massive muscles and great height, also adorning a golden zipper and topped with a small golden bell on his chest opening up a small V-neck of his eight-pack, an open collar sticking up to the sky and a gold cat-shaped belt buckle on a tight belt around his waist. On his legs were thigh-high leather boots which he possibly stole from a stripper. His hair was messier and untamed, sultry long blond hair messily gathered into a low ponytail, and cat ears nestled in his hair. The sclerae of his eyes were glowing green, bringing out his cold bluish eyes against the black mask on his face.
He flashed her a manic grin, baring his bright white teeth.
With a shriek, she scrambled back, falling over her couch, landing on the cushions, her hand clutching her heart doing a can-can.
"Oh good Lord, Felix! What the Hell?"
Good thing Marinette was a heavy sleeper.
"How did you you…?"
Felix slipped in through the curtains, swanning over to her, towering over her, his grinning loosened down to a smug smirk.
"I borrowed Plagg off Adrien." He reached down and pulled her up in one easy move, bringing her right up against him, wide eyes meeting his knowing smirk. "Like you haven't fantasise of borrowing Tikki from Marinette and becoming Ladybug one last time?"
Oh she had. Many times. The memories haunt her dreams almost every night, clashing with the nightmares she couldn't escape from. However, she resisted the temptation every time that urge crept up.
A leather strap slithered around her waist. It pulled her in even closer to Felix aka Black Cat.
"Remember when we used to run together on the roofs? Battling Akumas together? The good old days?"
She remembered those carefree days. Ladybug and Black Cat, partners in justice, racing across London late at night, performing impossible leaps and spins. Her blood rushed at the very remembrance.
She tried to shut it down with a retort. "Remember we gave up our Miraculous for good?"
Cool leather pressed against her face, snapping her eyes up to Black Cat. He was now tenderly gazing at her as he caressed her face, careful of his clawed fingers.
"Your stubbornness is both beguiling and infuriating." His face crept against hers, giving her skin Goosebumps, his lips moved along her jaw, up her cheek, to her ear, whispering huskily. "Give into me, Brie." His lips moved backwards, hovering over her lips, brushing ever so slightly, close enough to plant a kiss yet not daring enough. "I can give you anything you want."
Once he breathed those words, Bridgette jumped away, recoiling out of his arms, instantly shooting him a glower.
"Honest to God, Felix. You still think I'm one of those girls who can be bought. If I wanted your money, why would I bother wasting my own?"
The words meant to cut him down. However, he sighed as his frustration returned.
"You were both too young, too careless. The whole point of having adolescent years is to make mistakes and learn from them."
She nodded firmly. "Exactly. That's what I'm doing. Learning from my mistakes."
"Avoiding them, more like. Well, I'm learning from my mistakes as well. Ignoring the perfect girl who won't see reason so I'm taking a page out of your book."
"Felix, we don't even belong in the same library."
"I found your section. You were like a bloodhound in school."
"And you were a solitary house-cat. No wonder we don't work out."
"Discourage me all you want, I am not backing down from you." After upholding a brave front, he eventually sighed, succumbing to his truer intentions. "I just want the happy Bridgette I used to know. I want you in my life."
"That's what you said last time." She turned away, gripping her arms and shutting her eyes. "And you bailed."
Strong hands grasped hold of her and made her turn back to face Black Cat. His thumbs rubbed circles on the silky quality of her shirt.
"I want to be with you. It's as simple and as complicated as that."
He spoke so soft, his expression gentle. Even his eyes were tender.
However no matter how touched she was, she still refused his offer to reconcile. Too much pain rushed through her.
So she stubbornly turned away once again.
That made Black Cat sigh rather heavily.
"Good night then."
He gave a little kiss on the cheek and went to the window, pulling himself up, flashing her one last manic grin before jumping out into the twilight of the dark night.
Bridgette knew even though she swore never to fall into his trap again, she feared she might have tripped.
After their first time, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. They spend moments hugging and kissing and shedding clothes and sweating…
The last time they shared intimate touches was in the back of an old, empty bookshop.
"Oh God!"
His hips rocketed into her at an rapid rate, thrusting harder and harder, deeper and deeper, feeling hotter and hotter. Sharp edges of archaic novels stabbed her back as she was pressed flat against the bookshelf. Dust got caught in her gasping throat.
Bridgette had no idea why her boyfriend was acting so…wanton.
Felix arranged to meet up with her, sounding vague on the phone, offering no explanation but gave her the assumption he wanted to some quality time with her, so she waited at the spot he said he would meet her, and when he arrived, he said nothing, not even a 'hello', but attacked her with his mouth on hers. Then he torn off her shorts and knickers, pulled down his trousers and boxers, hooked her legs around his hips, and took her in the most unexpected place like a tomcat in heat.
Which he was.
He slammed into her, kissing her bare neck and glistening chest, her hand in his hair and another holding onto the shelf.
He was totally out of control!
"You're an animal, Felix!"
The grunts coming from her only confirmed her remark's meaning. He even licked her throat, causing her to shriek, the pleasure buzzing throughout her body.
She gripped the back of his head, pulled him aback, catching her breath to ask a most important question.
"Oh my Lord, what's gotten into you?"
He didn't said nothing, only stared into her eyes, then pressed his face further into the junction between her neck and shoulder, continuing his wild pace, eventually building up more speed. After several more amazing spasms, his head rose. He gazed into her eyes, his own eyes casting softness, matched with a sad smile.
"I want you in my life." He breathed.
She made a puzzled face at how odd he said that yet she let it go when he kissed her long and hard, pushing her back against the books, bodies tightening up together, pressure building up, coming, coming…
Release!
Together, they screamed out their last ride. He fell against her, pumping into her a few more times. Once he was done with her, they slid down and sat on the floor, still connected to the hips. Bridgette combed her fingers through Felix's hair. His head remained in her neck, laboured breathing vibrating on her skin. Finally, after some minutes, the boy's head rose from its comfortable place. Bridgette smiled at him, full of love, then she shut her eyes, her own head leaned out, her lips puckered for a sweet kiss.
The kiss never came.
The hips moved. The connection was gone.
Her eyes blinked, finding her boyfriend standing on stronger legs, with his back turned to her, fixing his clothes.
"Felix?"
He cast her a mere glance over his shoulder.
Then he left her in the shop.
And he never looked back.
No surprise that in the morning, a fresh bouquet was delivered at her doorstop when she flipped the 'OPEN' sign.
Bored in the early morning, Bridgette picked the petals off whilst she chanted over and over mindlessly. "He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not."
The foul memory of the last time she was with Felix stung to this day.
Dumped both ways in a lousy bookshop.
Years later, he explained that he left for business school in Austria that very evening.
Forced by his father, he said years later.
But it doesn't lessen the heartbreak.
When he left her, she was heartbroken. After weeks of suffering from depression, she pulled herself together, applied for culinary school in China. She wanted to forget him, get out of the country for a while, to make something of herself.
When she came back after graduating college, her sweet little Marinette was the new Ladybug and just got broken down by Adrien.
Just like his older brother.
Never again, she decided.
Never again will she let Felix take advantage of her again, as well as sure as hell not having her baby cousin suffer so much just as she did.
The cousins shared this curse of good luck. All they could do is to deal with the bloody, clingy tomcats.
Those guys were cats. They loved playing around, toying with their prey. Once they get the bugs into bed, they will leave them hanging on a thread around their necks.
Always the dumper, never the dumped.
That, Bridgette assumed, was why her tomcat persisted in pursuing her even after her rejections. Thanks to that, they were stuck in this twisted circle and had to pull their little ones into it.
All of this drama and frustration and emotions made her head pulsated, making her throwing her arms above her head, giving out a loud roar of aggravation, eventually throwing herself on the counter, slamming her head on the marble surface, soft moans only heard from her in the end.
"Uh, can I get a jam croissant please?"