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Adrien stepped out of his apartment and promptly collided with someone. Papers scattered to the floor, not all belonging to him.
“I’m so sorry!” a familiar voice said.
“Mlle Dupain-Cheng?” he asked, after his scrambled brain recalled meeting her at the school’s new hire orientation. He held out a hand to help her up.
“Oh,” she said, looking embarrassed even as she accepted. “I didn’t realize you lived right across the hall.” She looked back down at the scattered papers in dismay. “Oh no! It’ll take forever to sort out whose lesson plans are whose, and then we’ll be late, and then we’ll be fired, and…”
“Hey,” he said. “It’s not as bad as that. We can sort them out as we’re walking. We’re going in the same direction, after all.”
“I think I need to keep my eyes on where I’m walking,” she lamented.
“It was my fault,” Adrien said. “But maybe you have a point; I should watch where I’m going. We can sort them out at school.” He bent down to help her pick them up.
“If you say so, M. Agreste.”
“Please, if we’re neighbors, unless we’re in front of students, call me Adrien.”
“Marinette, then.”