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"Could we really do it?" she asks. "Right now?"
He's steady next to her. "You only need to say the word."
She takes a deep breath, then another. She might be shaking. "I'm scared," she whispers. The admittance makes her feel a bit lighter.
After a moment, he says, "Me too."
"On the count of three."
He straightens. "Really? Here? Right now?"
"No time like the present, yeah?" She looks straight ahead. "It's gonna be cold."
"I'll give you my jacket."
She can't help but smile, even if she still quakes. "One," she says. It comes out shaky.
"Two." He sounds more confident.
"Three," they say together, and she hears his "claws in" under her "spots off" as her eyes close against the light.
Next to her sits a cute blond boy with a smile like the sun. His green eyes sparkle, and it takes her just a moment to recognize their shine.
She yelps.
"It's you!" he says, and immediately he wraps his arms around her. She feels his body against her own, but she can't believe it. She can't believe anything except for the cold wind biting at her skin. Is this real?
He moves back and grins at her. "I'm so happy," he says. There's awe in his voice. It's in his hand as he runs it along her hair, delicately.
"Adrien," she finally murmurs.
"I'm so happy," he says again.
She lurches forward to hug him tight. "Me too."