Cat Noir smiles. "Purr-haps we should go for ice cream after this."
Instead of giggling like I usually do, I tightly wrap my arms around his shoulders and practically suffocate him. I bury my face into his soft hair and inhale its sweet, comforting...
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One Week Later...
September 9, 2015
66 Avenue Victor Hugo, Paris, France
11:00 a.m.
"Alright, you all have a week to collect your photos and videos for your patch today. You'll put them into a..." Mom cranes her neck to glance at me sitting on the other couch. "What are they called, Kai?"
"A Google Slides," I answer, looking up from my laptop.
Since the Parker Sisters are from England and don't live in France like Bella and I, we have to do our monthly Girl Scout troop meetings like this as opposed to other troops who have it in person. Even though we all wish we could meet in person, at least it prepares us for quarantining whenever the next epidemic decides to show up.
"We'll meet again in October, same time, 11 a.m.," Mom announces. "Do you girls have any questions before we head out?"
Even though six years of Girl Scouts brought her out of her shell, she's still a bit shy and awkward around people. So I doubt she's actually understood the project thoroughly.
"I do believe our annual Christmas meeting is approaching, Shania," Alyssa pipes up as she sips her peppermint tea. "Is this statement still accurate?"
Mom nods. "Yes, we're still meeting up the week after you girls get released for Christmas vacation. You girls vote on where we're gonna go, and I'll write it down in my calendar."
"This is amazing," Amanda adds. "I don't want to spend Christmas here with old gits constantly trying to hook up with me. I'd rather be at home memorizing the periodic table than dealing with old perverts."
"Sister!" Alyssa scolds. "I do not permit the use of such foul language in this meeting. It's absolutely daft."
"My apologies, sister," Amanda mutters.
"Oh please," Kaley interjects, tying her long, silky brown hair into a ponytail. "Your sister has a point, Lizzy. Just because your lot is English doesn't mean there ain't creeps lurking around."
Bella shudders. "There's plenty of creeps here in France. All these villains and strange people in costumes fighting them. It's kind of scary."
I straighten up. "Hey, those strange people in costumes are superheroes. And they're doing everything they can to help France out with their villain problem."
