[ When his father books these photoshoots, especially with big name magazines, Adrien usually hears about it well in advance. It canāt be helped this time, though, he supposes; Jagged Stone had apparently cancelled on them last minute due to an unforeseen scheduling conflict, and it isnāt as though Adrien has any other plans or a reason to say no.
Even his friends, who all normally jump at the opportunity to hang out with him, deny him. Family this, holidays that... He finds himself alone, feeling distinctly empty and Grinch-like, though he concedes that some of that negativity may be residual from his cold that heās only just now recovering from.
Itās Nathalie who ultimately picks the outfit to best represent the Agreste brand. Simple stuff, really: itās a black dress shirt and matching formal pants, accented by a red and green corsage to highlight the Christmas holiday. The buttons on the shirt are shaped like snowflakes, matching the ones stitched onto his collar. There is also snowflake hanging just above his chest level in the form of a shiny stainless steel necklace.
Thankfully, he is used to sticking out like a sore thumb. He doesnāt even bat an eyelash anymore at the stares he gets on the streets, that look of recognition that lights up their faces. He simply makes a beeline for the park where they agreed to meet, figuring it would be best if he got this over with. In his hands is a large ornament in the shape of a golden star, which he was also instructed to bring along by Nathalie, in case they were in need of a festive prop.
He isnāt expecting the place to be so empty, though. At least the camera crew and photographer should have been on site already, setting up equipment and testing the lighting; but he doesnāt question it just yet, thinking maybe theyāre just running late.
He walks towards the parkās entrance, glancing openly at the car thatās just sort of parked there, waiting.
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Even his friends, who all normally jump at the opportunity to hang out with him, deny him. Family this, holidays that... He finds himself alone, feeling distinctly empty and Grinch-like, though he concedes that some of that negativity may be residual from his cold that heās only just now recovering from.
Itās Nathalie who ultimately picks the outfit to best represent the Agreste brand. Simple stuff, really: itās a black dress shirt and matching formal pants, accented by a red and green corsage to highlight the Christmas holiday. The buttons on the shirt are shaped like snowflakes, matching the ones stitched onto his collar. There is also snowflake hanging just above his chest level in the form of a shiny stainless steel necklace.
Thankfully, he is used to sticking out like a sore thumb. He doesnāt even bat an eyelash anymore at the stares he gets on the streets, that look of recognition that lights up their faces. He simply makes a beeline for the park where they agreed to meet, figuring it would be best if he got this over with. In his hands is a large ornament in the shape of a golden star, which he was also instructed to bring along by Nathalie, in case they were in need of a festive prop.
He isnāt expecting the place to be so empty, though. At least the camera crew and photographer should have been on site already, setting up equipment and testing the lighting; but he doesnāt question it just yet, thinking maybe theyāre just running late.
He walks towards the parkās entrance, glancing openly at the car thatās just sort of parked there, waiting.
...who...? ]