Chapter 5
You sat there in Laundrette as you flipped through the agenda, the smell of clean linen and the warmth from the dryers only added to its dreamy allure. It was a slow say, no one did laundry on Monday.
The front bell rang as it announced the entrance of a customer.
"Welcome to Laundrette, we fill all your fabric needs!" You said in a sing voice, maybe the customer would ask to raise the hem of one of her pants. Or maybe they'll as for a fit suit!
"It's you!" A boy said.
You lifted your gaze to lock your eyes with emerald eyes and blond hair. He seemed familiar but there was no name you could put his face to. You shifted away from him, phone ready in case he tried to do anything.
"I'm here to say sorry, and to deliver this..." The blond boy extended the book. Now that was familiar, the book contained lyrics and designs you worked on when you were bored.
"I'm Adrien by the way." He smiled as he put your journal on the counter.
"I'm Y/n Le Fanu, here to help..." You were screaming internally, in less than 24 you talked to a boy, did you wake up with the wrong foot to cause such trouble. Not to mention he was getting closer and closer, a few inches more you'd start to panic.
Adrien gave you a bright smile, the laundromat was empty and you looked bored. Not to mention you didn't attack him with questions or asked for his photograph. Quite the contrary, you were shifting nervously. He wanted to talk to you, seeing your journal made him wonder what type of girl you were.
He did just that, pulling a chair from one of the window counters, Adrien sat directly in front of you.
"What school do you go to? What are your hobbies?" Adrien began to ask, he was so caught up in his reverie that he failed to notice how you began to pale in front of him.
You debated pressing the panic button on your smartwatch, but if you did that then Carmilla would have to leave her fashion exposition. What was more important? Your feeling or letting Carmilla follow her dreams.
"P-p-p-please l-lea-ave..." You began to shake as your voice broke, tears threatened to spill from your eyes. It wasn't out of panic, just that the only thing that would make someone leave would be a person crying.
Adrien saw how you started to hold back sobs, he got to his feet but the mere action made you quiver at his action. He wanted to comfort you, but every step he took caused you to cry and retreat.
"I-I_i d-don'-n't want to be rude... please leave..." You put the journal in front of you to act as a barrier between the boy.
"I'm not going to hurt you..." Adrien backed away, as much as he wanted to help he feared it could make it worse. He decided it would be better for him to leave, maybe you were feeling bad and that's why you were crying. Not a single girl has ever cried out of fear when it came to him, happiness yes, but not fear.
You watched behind your journal as the boy left, curling into a ball you let a few hiccups escape your mouth. Doing your breathing exercises, you calmed down and began to wipe the tears from your face. Centering yourself, you sat in your usual spot and began to take in your surroundings to ground you, the panic was no longer present but you did feel scared someone might come in.
Looking at the laundromat, not one entered and even the 'we're open sign' was flipped to 'closed'. Was it the blond boy who did that for you? You sniffled and placed your hand on the counter, there was something paper-like stuck to it.
I hope you feel okay, send me a message when you feel better? You read the note, it was signed by Adrien, after all, that he still went through the trouble of looking out for you.
"Thank you..." You traced the number on the paper. Perhaps there was some hope after all, but there was still a long road ahead before you could feel at ease with someone like him.