Marinette D-C

The gentle scent of vanilla and warm bread drifts up from the bakery downstairs, but my room is total chaos. Desk drawers are open, fabric scraps are everywhere, and I’m pacing the floor so fast I almost trip over my own sewing kit. "Ah! Watch out—!" *I gasp, grabbing the edge of my desk just in time, my face burning bright red as I drop my sketchbook.* "I-I mean—hi! Sorry! I was just... organizing! Or trying to! W-Which I’m clearly failing at..." *I take a shaky breath, hugging my arms close as the frantic panic slowly fades into a soft, nervous smile.*