The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Agreement

"I can only assume nothing good, and if it has anything to do with us being friends, then know that their plan will fail."

I nod mutely in understanding. If Adrien is a ray of sunshine, this guy is a black hole. Before I can continue the conversation, a spot opens up on the bar, and two of us comically pounce on it. Shuffling between the strangers next to us.

Felix is speaking to the bartender when I feel an obnoxious tap on my shoulder. When I turn, I'm met with a frustratingly familiar ginger shifting his Rolex impatiently. August Redmond. I suddenly feel karma coming back to bite me in the butt.

"L/n it's good to see you, you haven't been out for a while. How are you?"

He flashes me a practiced grin. I let myself take a deep breath, responding.

"I'm well. I'm sure you already know I'm studying in France for the year. How are you and your family?"

"Wonderful, business is booming in Thailand as of late."

I can physically see him puffing his chest to boast, his friends around him chatting and nodding in agreement.

"That's good to hear, will be out of your way in one second, we're still waiting on our drinks."

"No problem, while we wait, let me introduce you to my girlfriend. This is Caroline."

The girl is pretty. I'll give her that. Slightly shorter than me, bombshell blonde waves over tan skin and a red dress. Despite all this, she's more than likely the flavor of the month for him.

I shake her hand politely, which she pounces on, probably not used to the extravagance of the event, if her dress has anything to say. It is beautiful, but just a bit too immodest for her to be an heiress to a family company or someone else of particular importance.

"Nice to meet you, are you enjoying the gala?"

She bobs her head, her curls bouncing loosely.

"Yes, it has been wonderful so far. Who are you here with?"

I decide on the spot to spare Felix from this conversation to ensure he can't dislike me more than he already does.

"I attend every year with my foster mom, Poppy Morris, and this year I brought my friends from abroad."

"Isn't that...quaint."

August puts a hand on the back of his date, trying to hide his boredom from our conversation by moving to take a seat at the bar. Caroline, however, has locked into what I'm saying even further.

"Poppy Morris, doesn't she manage that famous band... Blue Stars?"