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It was Friday again, and Adrien went to the market again. He was waiting for her more impatiently than usual because after last morning, he had taken even more courage.
He would have declared himself, even if he didn't take it too seriously. He knew he was thaking a big risk, but he didn't care. Now he knew what color his life was.
There she is, in the fabric of an old merchant. She smiled.
What was he afraid of? That was Adrien. He could win anyone over with his charm.
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The girl got a little bit of a glow in the colored fabrics, the smiling face of the boy she spoke to last Friday.
> She was surprised by that brazen, she wasn't used to that confidence with a stranger.
> He put his hand and waited to receive her.
She looked him suspiciously, but screw, she could have trusted that gentle smile, for once she could feel free and make a fool of it.
Even though running from the building she was crazy enough for a princess.
She put her delicated hand, covered by a white lace glove on the boy's palm and let him get away from the crowd.
Before he left the market, he stole a rose and as soon as he arrived at the fountain of the Concordia square, he sat her on the edge and kneeled in front of her by offering him the flower. She blushed but smiled. She looked around embarrassed.
What was that crazy young man doing?
> Said energy and positive.
> He stood up to sit next to her. She seemed to paint a little, even though she smiled at that funny way, unusual way of declaring herself.
Deep down, he never received a declaration of love, but she didn't think they could be so cheerful and bring so good mood.
> Exorbed it by making it even red on her face.
A music from a distance started playing and walking away closer.
They realized that a street artist, with his violin, came close to them to give the young lover a hand. They laughed and Adrien gave a nod of gratitude to the man.
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The girl shook her head amused. She was delighted by her positive and his way of making so safe and sunny.
It was awfully romantic.
She felt like she was living in one of the novels she used to read.
> Smiled with clever. He was a great flatterer, Bruno always told him.
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The girl was fun and happy, she really appreciated the spontaneness of that declaration, but she couldn't really return those feelings. She couldn't afford it.
She brought the rose under her nose to smell the delicate perfume, then she held it to the chest under the hopeful look of Adrien, who, still by his side, was waiting for an answer.
When she opened her eyes, she saw her Lady Renée waving to her and had to come back to reality. He had to go back to the palace.
> She got up fast but he was faster than her by taking her wrist.
> Says with beggar eyes.
Yeah, she would been looking for him from next Friday. She smiled nodding.
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He smiled happy for that answer and, satisfied, he kissed her hand before he let her go.
What was going on with her? Why couldn't she stop smiling?
The musician broke off the slide, greeted the boy who thanked him after he had a warm good luck and went back to play for begging.
Adrien, when he walked by, he left him some money.
He was in a good mood.
He didn't expect to jump into his arms, deep down she was a respectable noblewoman, and he was a victory already to see her smile so much and make her say they'd see each other again.
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That afternoon they had organized an assault a prince's carriage set up to Paris to marry the princess.
It was all thoroughly studied so, apart from the usual difficulties, they were able to rob him.
It was dinner time by now, and they were all in the usual cellar that kept them hidden.
> Screaming David, the muscle of the group.
> Battled the boy. >
She slapped him light on the back of the head to wake him up from his open eyes dream.
> turned to his friend complaining and caressing the affected part.
> Rise Edgard.
> Continued David.
> Curious Clovis, the tow.
> Gabriel interfered, the smart one who helped him in the plans.
> Bruno justified it.
> He accused them exasperated.
I'll blame them for a little bit. He loved those kids, but they were intrusive.
> Insisted David.
Adrien blew, but then his face light up because of a huge smile that made everyone perplexed and even more curious.
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> Said he burst into laughing Bruno and drinking a big sip of wine.
> He was still smiling.
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He didn't f*****g ask her.
From his face, everyone understood and laughed.
> Edgard made fun of him.
> Said dreaming.
> Warned with a Bruno whisper by making everyone laugh. Even Adrien, who wasn't particularly nice about that girl, but she died behind him, and she was beautiful and always there.
> Some of them said hi to her.
She went right down near Adrien who forced himself to smile at her. He should have been nice to her, if they could use that inn for their own findings, it was also because the owner was the father and would do anything to see her daughter happy.
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He felt watched by all his comrades who were struggling to hide the laughter.
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