#a blind meeting

A Blind Meeting

Chapter14

04/27/2022

Note: This is outrageous I am sorry for the long wait.

I wanted to know what was going on as soon as possible, but Richard doesn’t get out of school until three thirty. I walked back and forth in my office at home, as the video of the attempted robbery played in the background. I couldn’t believe Marinette flipped a man over her shoulder.

Marinette is truly someone special. I sat down at my desk and close out the video. If I didn’t know any better I’d assume she was that Ladybug hero. I want to apologize to her for real this time. But how can I? Maybe I’ll buy her flowers. Yeah I’ll do that with a card that says, “I’m sorry.”

“Maybe you should put more than an ‘I’m sorry.’ Master Bruce.” Alfred walks into the office carrying a tray of food. “Flowers are a good start to a woman of good taste. Which flowers were you thinking?” He placed a plate down on my desk with a glass of wine.

“She liked the flowers in our garden. Specifically the roses in the center. She said they had a different scent than most roses. What’s for lunch?” I asked moving some papers around.

“Your lunch Master Bruce. Smoked Salmon with seasons potatoes and carrots, and a glass of red wine. That’s a good choice. Why don’t you just take them from the garden.”

“Thank you Alfred, I just might.” I picked up the fork and knife and eat.

“Master Bruce, if I can advise. Marinette is not your average 'Desirable’ woman.” Alfred says disappearing around the doorway. I thought over what Alfred said as I eat.

Alfred and I made it to the academy to pick up Richard. I held onto the bouquet of flowers when I watch Richard walk up to the car. I quickly placed the flowers down beside me on the seat.

“Alfred, you can’t believe what happened at school today. My French teacher-” Richard stared at me only blinking three times registering that I was in the vehicle too.

“What happened in class?” I asked resting my hands on my left knee. He rubs the back of his neck thinking of what to say. His eyes looked around the car landing just beside my leg.

“Bruce, are those flowers? Those wouldn’t be for a certain beautiful blind lady would they?” Richard wiggles his eye brows at me with the biggest grin he could possess.

“As a matter of fact, they are.” I feel a smile cross my lips and quickly cover it with my hand and cough just a little. Richard continued to grin untill when we arrived at the Sleeping Bug-Mice. There was a line about a block long when we arrived. I look down at my watch seeing that it was only three o'clock. It didn’t seem like Marinette would have time right now to even say a quick “hello.” I decided to have Alfred take us to the company to check on the business.

Richard finished up his home work in my office. I looked up to notice Alfred looking at his watch and pushed it back under the sleeve.

“Is something the matter Alfred?” I asked drawing Richard’s attention.

“No sir. Just thinking about what I am preparing for dinner tonight.” Dinner? I look down at my own watch and noticed it was thirty minutes to seven. I sat there thinking for a good moment then locked my computer down.

“Marinette’s store was really busy today. She probably didn’t have anything to eat yet.” I started.

“Let’s bring her dinner?!” Richard excitedly finished. I smiled getting out of my chair and walked over to him. Alfred had a smirk on his face, clearly amused.

“I agree. What should we pick up?” Richard stood up and we walked to the elevator as we decided on where to go.

We settled with the famous Italian place, ordered all of our favorites, then some Tortellini, salad, and their famous bread sticks. Alfred pulled up to the bakery, finding it had only Marinette, a couple customers, and her two new employees. Richard and I exit the car holding the to go bags of food waiting for Alfred to join us. Be held out the bouquet of flowers to me. I had to maneuver the bag around in my arms then take the flowers.

“I will be at the Manor for some me time, young masters. Call me when you need me.” He quickly just got into the car and drove off not waiting for a response from us. I blinked in the direction he drove off in, wondering what just happened. Richard walked in first with his half of take out.

“Pas de souci. Nous sommes arrivés vers deux heures trente mais votre employé a dit que vous preniez un repos bien nécessaire, alors nous avons décidé de revenir plus près de la fermeture. J'espère que ça va?” Richard smiled as he spoke. I walked in with the other half of the food and quietly placed it on an empty table. I listened carefully to their conversation. A young man peered his head around the corner of the kitchen. He looked oddly familiar but I couldn’t quite put my hand on who.

“It isn’t a problem at all. Wait, We? Is Monsieur Pennyworth with you?” Marinette asked, looking around Richard to as if to see if Alfred is indeed here.

“No, he is at home taking some "him time” so he put it. How are you Marinette?“ I said, coming across sincere and hurt for a minute. Its as if she didn’t want to see me anymore. Or it could have just been that Alfred had always dropped the boy off.

"Y-you’re fine. I mean I’m f-fine! Ouch.” She said in a hurry. “Go ahead and have a seat in the empty table, I’ll bring over your drinks and pastries before we get started then?” She mumbles. She seemed to have hurt herself some how. Her words had slurred here and there. Richard chuckled before he took a seat at the table with our food on it.

I watched Marinette walk into the kitchen for what seemed like a couple minutes the walk back out. She poured us two cups of coffee and heated up a couple of the muffins and cream filled croissants delivering them to our table. I waited a couple minutes watching her closely. It is remarkable how she is able to be so successful in this world just by only being blind. It is as if she is magic. She stood there with her hair tied over her left shoulder held only by a red ribbon. She didn’t smile but that could be because I am here.

“Alright, so did you bring your homework?” She asked as she pulled out the seat in front of her.

“We actually brought you dinner.” I began.

“Incase you were hungry. You’re shop seemed very busy today. We brought Italian.” Richard finished. He moved the muffins and croissants into the middle and unwrapped our take out on the small table for the three of us.

“Oh, Mercí. But I couldn’t. I still have to clean up and still have some customers in here.” She said, with a small bite to her lower lip. She seemed a little nervous for some reason. Was it me?

“You go ahead and eat Miss. Evelyn and I will do the clean up. You need to eat.” The same young man from before stepped out from around the kitchen with a small little girl, who stoodnthere nodding. Marinette is about to protest when her stomach gave a loud growl. With a defeated sigh and agreed and sat down with us.

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