The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Robes

He reached out and grabbed mine and Luka's suitcases, the latter giving it away more hesitantly. The man then turned abruptly on his heels walking into the foyer, past the front desk, and towards the elevator.

The ceiling was rounded with golden wallpaper, a twinkling chandelier hanging down the center. Intricate woodwork and marble lined the walls. Juleka and Luka's heads were practically swiveling, drinking in the room.

Caleb and I have long since become numb to the opulence. Simply breezing through the lobby and into the elevator with our makeshift guide.

Any chance for further conversation ceased after the doors of the elevator closed. We all stood stock and packed together in the small space. Caleb kicks the corner of my shoe to get a rise out of me and I shoot him a side eye in response over my left shoulder.

Finally, after a few more beats of silence, the doors slid open and were on the 10th floor. We walk a few doors down to the left until our guide stops in front of room number 1030. He sets the suitcases down and taps a card against the door scanner, the light flashes green and he opens the door with a click.

"Here is your room, I trust it will be to your liking. I will leave you to settle in if you need anything. My name is Ben, you can ask for me at the front desk."

"Thank you, Ben."

Caleb slips him a few bucks with a laid-back grin while rolling past us into the room. I give Ben a nod as he glares at the cash as if it's beneath him. The door shuts behind me as I pass. The first thing I do after setting my bags down and kicking my shoes off is flop onto the bed.

I can hear Caleb chuckle and his feet patter across the floor before slapping down onto the bed next to me face first.

"Is that Central Park?"

I turn my head to look at Juleka where she stands in front of the windows, but I'm met with Caleb's back. I kick him off the bed in one motion.

"Ya were right across from it."

"Come here you dic-"

I cut Caleb off with a pillow to the face as he popped up off the ground. Rolling off the bed for my escape I ran over to Juleka's side. Luka walks out of the bathroom to my right, eyes as wide as saucers.

"Guys...they have robes."

Juleka and I turn at the same time to look at him, even Caleb pauses his momentary chase. The pillow raised threateningly, lowering to his side.

That's how Poppy found us when she finally did show up at the Ritz to greet us. Taking pictures in our robes with a pair of sunglasses. Specifically me on Juleka's shoulders 'chicken fight' style.

When the door whips open it practically scares the glasses right off me and I tip backwards onto one of the two queen beds. Poppy comes in with her chin held high stopping in front of us.

"I'm glad to see you all are settling in."

"Good to see you too, Pops."

She grimaces at Caleb's long-standing nickname, while he smiles devilishly from his position draped across the couch. Luka sets the phone he was using for pictures next to the mini fridge, facing the redhead.

"Thank you for having us Ms. Morris, it was very nice of you."

Finally, a smile graces her face.

"It's no problem, I have heard quite a lot about both of you-"

She shoots me a stern look.

"-and I'm hoping you'll keep her in line for longer than an hour."

"Nice to see you too, Poppy."

I give her a strained smile, finally, she gets the hint and comes over to the side of the bed. Giving me a stiff hug as I stand up. She pulls away and straightens her black pencil skirt.

"I wanted to stop by to make sure you know what's expected of you tomorrow. You have to be dressed and downstairs with the driver by 7:30-"

"Can't we just walk?"

Caleb groans exasperatedly, Poppy keeps talking.

"No, too many important people will be there."

I scrunch my nose up at the thought of rubbing elbows with the high society of the city, judgemental and agenda-hungry.

"Stop making that face y/n, I ask for one night a year."

I school my expression, shooting her an apologetic look.

"Layout your dress clothes on the bed before you leave tonight and I will have them picked up and sent out for ironing."

"How'd you know we were leaving?"

"You don't really think I would believe you were going to stay in the hotel room tonight. Even if you are tired."

Her eyes traveled over to Luka and Juleka who sat on the bed with subtle bags under their eyes.

"Don't kill them by dragging them all over the city. They need to be rested tomorrow for the gala."

I nodded, and she spun on her heels, calling over her shoulder as she went.

"I'll be here tomorrow with the car, call me if anything goes wrong. Be safe in the city."

Just like that the hotel door was closing and she was gone. Caleb sat up on the couch immediately.

"Has she become more of a hardass?"

I shot him a look.

"She's acting weird, usually she doesn't really care what I do as long as it doesn't embarrass her."

"She also usually attempts to spend some time with you-"

I hit Caleb in the face once again with a pillow to which he glared.

"Cut that out idiot, I'm just speaking facts."

"Gotta agree with Caleb on this, you barely mention her when we're back home."

Juleka gives me a deadpanned look, to which I throw my hands up and flop on the bed too. I feel the bed sink next to me and a familiar hand run up and down my back.

"How about we change the subject?"

There is a hesitant silence until Caleb breaks it.

"Can we blow this popsicle stand, I'm ready to hit the streets. Ma is making stew and soda bread."

I perk up at the mention of his mother's cooking. He starts laughing from the couch as I shoot off the bed.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

After we took showers to scrub away the airport feeling we set off in our warmest clothes to go walk to Caleb's apartments. Juleka was having some conversation about the winters in New York compared to Paris. I stole a glance behind me at Luka as he tucked down his black beanie to cover his ears, he flashed me a smile in return.

I turn forward before he can see the heat rise up to my face, stealing a deep breath as the doors open. Stepping into the grand lobby there is a certain business to the air that wasn't there when we first arrived. Workers in black formal uniforms are rushing to and fro. I lock on to the fact that Poppy hasn't left yet and is standing next to the front desk.

She is chatting it up with a familiar gentleman with light hair, he stands stalk straight in an impeccably designed suit. As we grow closer it finally dawns on me who she's talking to.

"Wait, isn't that Adrien's dad?"