Marinette sat on her bed with her knees drawn to her chest and her phone in her hand. The lights were off; she hadn’t bothered to turn them on after sunset. She stared straight ahead while Tikki dozed beside her. She flipped the phone around once, twice, three times, then held it up to her face.
Alya Cesaire: Did some digging and confirmed your suspicions. There is no Felix Agreste. Wtf is going on over there?
Marinette nudged Tikki awake. “We’re going out.”
Felix rubbed his eyes and frowned at his laptop screen. No matter how many hours he spent clearing out his inbox, the emails replenished themselves in a matter of minutes. Who had time to mark so many messages as spam?
He leaned his head back against the couch cushions. Lila’s singing voice drifted through the apartment from the shower. Broadway again; the woman loved her show tunes. He smiled absently.
Movement caught his eye and he turned his head towards the living room windows.