“Mr. Agreste,” Nathalie whispered.
The man scowled challengingly and lowered his hands slightly below her waist…
Nathalie tried to push him away quickly, sensing danger. In the heat of everything, she let formalities slip. She called out, “Gabriel!”
He shoved him away from her, holding a concealed knife to his throat, pressing hard enough to to draw blood "did you not here me the first time? I told you to get your hands off her" he growled pressing the knife a little harder "I should kill you right now, I mean no one would care." He smiled at the thought "what do you say hm? Want your guts splattered on the floor? A shame really, I quite like the design of the tile…"
The man grimaced when the knife pressed closer.
“Gabriel, don’t,” Nathalie said, trying to catch her breath. It has all happened so fast. “Don’t,” she repeated.
Hearing her voice over his own, he stepped back, keeping the knife in close range in case the man got any ideas. Standing protectively in front of Natalie and Adrien he backed them to the entrance of building, silently urging them to get in the waiting car out front without turning to them. Once he saw they were both safe, he concealed the knife back in his sleeve and got in the front seat of the car, driving as far away from the Bourgeois building as he could.
Nathalie’s breathing was quick. “I’m sorry, Mr. Agreste,” she managed. “I.. I shouldn’t have…”
Adrien was wide-eyed in the backseat.
(I thought they were at the Agreste Gala. Then they drop Adrien off at the house and go to the Bourgeois party.)
(I swear if I missed you again…)
(….oh yea…..ok so this could be after the gala and the party….)
"did he hurt you?" he said, interrupting her apology "and you need not apologies. I should have never left you out of my sight. It is I who should apologies." meter reaching 85 mph, he drove on, needing to get away, away from everything.
Nathalie’s stomach flipped. She braced herself against the dashboard and didn’t answer right away. She hated going fast, but she didn’t expect Mr. Agreste to know that because he rarely drove and when he did, he drove moderately. “I’m fine…” she breathed. “Sir… wouldn’t it be… more practical… to drop Adrien off first…?”
He screeched to halt, accidentally forgetting about his son in the back seat. he turned in his seat "Want me to bring you home? or do want to stay?" His shoulder brushing Natalies as he talked to his son
Adrien looked between his father and Nathalie, who was extremely relieved to be stopped. “I’d like to go home,” he replied, thinking about texting Nino.
He nodded and drove back to town. instead of dropping him off at their house, headed straight to Adrien's friend's house "We'll be back in a couple hours, alright? call me if you need anything." he hugged him and drove off
Adrien gaped slightly. “Thank you Father!” He waved as they drove off, then hurried into the house.
Nathalie smiled at the look of joy on Adrien’s face. She relaxed as Gabriel drove through the streets of Paris.
They drove in silence for a few miles. "where to?" he glanced at Natalie "you can relax you know, your safe now"
"Aren't we going to the Bourgeois party?" she asked, allowing her body to release and lean against the seat.
"no" he said simply "I think we've had enough excitement for one night." He drove past the Eiffel tower "Any other place you wish to go?"
Nathalie caught a glimpse of someone pulling a cart underneath the tower. "I could go for some ice cream," she blurted.
(The person is André)
(yes yes yes yes yuuuus!!!)
He raised an eyebrow and smiled, glancing at her "alright…ice-cream it is." he parked the car and helped natalie out. "you're ordering"
She smiled and replied silently. We don't need to order here. This will show you what I couldn't say before: that I love you too.
(AHHHHHHH my heart can't take it!!!!)
They finally got to Andre, gabriel suddenly remembering what he did to this man, and stopped, letting Natalie do the talking
Nathalie noticed Gabriel step back. Right, she thought. "Hello," Nathalie said, trying to seem light-hearted.
"Gabriel Agreste!" André recognized him first. "And, who are you?"
"Nathalie Sancoeur, Mr. Agreste's executive assistant," she introduced herself formally, as she was used to.
André eyed the two of them before scooping. "For you, Ms Sancoeur… blonde like his hair and blue like his eyes, and if you lick through the vanilla, you'll get a little surprise!" He handed it to her and she looked at it for a long moment. "And for you, Mr. Agreste," André continued, "pale like her skin, blue like her eyes, and navy-red swirl like her hair, she does everything for you without a care!" He finished with a cherry on top.
Nathalie blushed.
gabriel blushed himself "Thank you sir," he bowed respectably at him, apologizing for everything he has done in that small gesture. "do you believe it?"
Nathalie looked up. Mr. Agreste was looking at her. "Yes," she replied evenly.
he looked at her in surprise, though secretly believing it himself. He sat down and started eating his ice cream "are you sure he didn't hurt you?"
Nathalie nodded. "I'm sure." Her wrist, however, still throbbed slightly from his intense grip on her.
After a few moments of silence Gabriel asked "did I make you uncomfortable, when we were talking on the balcony?"