Luka had officially gotten over Marinette. He was back in Paris from Canada and got a small job. One of his customers was very… recognizable, he looked a lot like Marinette, but he only had one last name: Dupang. It was weird. Luka kept respectfully serving him until he couldn’t hold it in. “Do you know anyone named Marinette Dupan Chang?” He asked quickly, gripping his notepad while nervously waiting his answer.