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Marcq bent down to pick up the fireworks embarrassed at such a little mishap. While she refused his offer, Marcq wasn't sure if she really didn't want anything or was just being nice. Or if she was even enjoying spending her time here. Her time was valuable; as a model and daughter of one of the most prestige designers in Paris, there may have been others things she could be doing now, better things. Things like eating dinner with celebrities, photo shoots, concerts that he could only dream of going to. Of course, that wasn't really the case, he didn't know. Still, she was with them. He wanted her to enjoy being with everyone, being with Nina, Alec, his parents, him; that being here was worthwhile. He stared at the fireworks in his hands and got an idea.
"H-hey so have you ever lit one of these before?" He started assembling one for the two of them. "It's not as dangerous as y-you think as long as you know w-what you're doing."
Pointing the firework skyward, Marcq planted it in the ground and extended the wick. With the lighter in hand, he lit it up.
"Okay. B-back up!" He pulled Adrianna back, leading her a distance away from the firework. He watched the tiny flame consume the wick and a moment later, the firework was in the sky. With an eye that had become sharper from saving Paris occasionally, Marcq watched the rocket disappear into the night sky then a burst in a shower of bright red.
"N-not bad huh?" he grinned, showing her the other fireworks they could launch. He continued rearranging the fireworks and even let Adrianna light a few. Soon they were joined by Marcq's father and took turns lighting them ("Safety first guys," said Tom. "Remember that") until the fireworks on Marcq and Adrianna's side ran out.
A new song started from Nina's track, one that she personally composed herself.
"Out of all of Nina's mixes, this is one of my favorites," said Alec, bouncing his head to the beat.
"It does make you want to dance a little," Marcq agreed, realizing a second too late he said that out loud.
"Just exactly what I was thinking," laughed Alec. "Well, how about it? I'm not much of a dancer so apologies beforehand if my moves are outrageous."
"Uh, n-no thanks." Marcq frantically waved his hands back and forth. "It-it's not my thing."
"Fine, Mr. Two-Left-Feet. You can go sit there in your little corner while we have fun." Waving at some obscure corner in the distance, he winked at his friend, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Certainly, he wasn't going to do anything to Adrianna, but it was fun teasing Marcq. He was just so helpless it was hilarious. He turned to the blonde girl and extended his hand, playfully bowing. "So, may I have this dance?"