The Distressed Foreigner

It was only mid-day, around ten o' clock in the morning. The fresh air was cooling and refreshing. The busy streets of Paris was humming and buzzing with liveliness and vivacity. However, the current scene happening to Adrien was not his ideal scenario when he told himself that he'll just take a relaxing walk near the Eiffel Tower. A black-haired girl had her hands clasped tightly, her face scrunched up in an apologizing expression and repeatedly shrieked in desperation, 'I'm really sorry!' infront of the handsome native.

The young man didn't know what to do to the woman's current state of distress. Trying to calm her down, even for a bit, was his first priority. He kept telling her that it's fine and that she shouldn't worry so much. The amount of shame she has was astonishingly amazing and, at the same time, astonishingly exasperating.

She frowned for a bit then looked at the Parisian, "Let me buy you a croissant.. Or a baguette, at least!" She offered, quickly adding her sentence before Adrien can cut her, "I'm really sorry for insulting something that's a part of your history!"

"It's fine, it's fine!" He replied humbly, hiding his slight frustration from the foreigner. For him, it was too early in the morning to get harassed like this. "Don't beat yourself too much, alright?"

"But it's really embarrassing!" She cried out in unbearable guilt. He get why she's very embarrassed but her reaction was too much to handle.

At some point, it was endearing to think that a foreigner cares deeply about how she could offend a native by just calling the Eiffel ugly. On the other hand, however, it's very irksome to think that people can sometimes care too much about their reputation, especially on unfamiliar waters. "Drop it already, okay?" The Parisian model frustratedly replied.

"Where's the best bakery here?" The young woman asked, quickly changing the topic.

"Uh..." He racked his brain for possible bakeries that he might recommend because that might have the woman calm down and leave him be on his mid-morning walk. Adrien then realized that his former-classmate, Marinette, owns an actual bakery. "I would suggest you go to Tom and Sabine's Boulangerie Patisserie if you want the best cakes and pastries."

Her face lit up and asked in weirdly-accented French, "C'est près d'ici?*"

The boy took about a few seconds before he processed what she said. "C'est tout près.**" He replied patiently, smiling at her with a dashing grin.

"We're going there." The foreigner stated, no hesitations were seen from her face and her voice.

"Uhm. Why?" The Parisian asked incredulously. Now, she's just being irrational, he thought to himself, damn, I'm so unlucky today.

"I'm buying you a croissant… or whichever pastry you like."

"No need." He tried reassuring her, "I swear, I'm alright with it."

"Please? Let me make it up to you." She looked at him with wide pleading eyes, frantic to correct her offense.

"Alright, alright… I give up." He sighed, knowing that he'll be fighting a losing battle if he insisted to reject her offer. Perhaps a croissant or two may cool her head. "We're going there."

The ravenette looked more than happy to finally do something to make up for her mistake. She started walking at the opposite direction to where the patisserie is and Adrien forced himself to not chuckle when she realized that she didn't know where the bakery is. "Please lead the way." She told him meekly, tints of red dusting her cheeks.

The French nodded at her, smiling at the fact that she seemed to have calmed down. "I take it that you've only just came here?" He asked, trying to make casual conversation so the walk to Marinette's place wouldn't be that awkward.

"Oui." She nodded and avoided looking at Adrien directly in the eye. "It's my first day here… It's only been a few hours since I arrived in Paris and you see how that's turning pretty humiliating." She mumbled in annoyance to herself but he caught every word of it.

He laughed at her slightly snarky response to the happenings. That was the first time he actually saw her as a normal person rather than that mess of a distressed foreigner. "At least you get to acquire an acquaintance."

She finally looked at him in the eye, her dark brown orbs sparkling with joy. "You'll consider me as an acquaintance?"

"Sure. Why not?" Adrien answered nonchalantly. Despite the chaos she presented earlier, Adrien knew she wasn't faking her genuine repentance. He can also verify that she had no idea on who or what he does in Paris, considering that she didn't ask for photos or diverted their conversation to him or asked for an autograph. She was the first person, on that day, to actually treat him as a normal adult, instead of the handsome celebrity the other people see him as. "It's not every day that I meet someone who doesn't see me as the popular handsome guy."

A/N:

*Is it near here?
**It is very close.

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