Adrien moved up the familiar walkway of the fairy woman's home, only this time he was not empty handed, that last note lingering upon his mind. Was this too much? Was he reading too far into those silly notes? He was acting like a child with a silly goddamn crush! On a supernatural creature. A FUCKING FAE! What was he thinking? The truth of the mater was, he wasn't. He was feeling.. Feelings had no place in this line of work.

He ran his hand through his disheveled hair in an attempt to snap himself back together, a huffing sigh rushing passed his lips in an attempt to tame the conflict within him. Yet it hardly stopped him from purchasing that singular red rose and a small stuffed star with a derpy grin embroidered into the fabric. It was silly... stupid... he was sure of it. With every step down that narrow pathway that lead to the fair-haired fairy's ivy clad home he felt all the more foolish of his schoolboy antics. There was a certain way his very heartbeat seemed to sing, in a way that felt entirely foreign to him. What the hell was wrong with him? Maybe this was wrong, that's what.... And how quickly those thoughts fled from him when he nearly stopped in his tracks, his shadowy amethyst hued eyes catching sight of that pale pink note with her neat scrawl on the front.

But there was something else than that usual note, a bone white envelope attached to it. The tickets! He hardly expected her to act so promptly, neither could he ignore the knot he felt form instantly in his stomach. He stood at her door, staring blankly at that envelope like it could have moved, as though it were somehow enchanted. For a second, he hesitated. The hunter was able to remove that tape with certain care, greedily reading that note, unable to hide that shadowy hint of a smile upon hi slips. He stuffed both note and ticket in his deep pockets before placing that stuffed star. Adorned to it was a hardly neatly tied black ribbon that was formed into into a bow around that rose. It was cheesy and hastily done, obvious that a professional didn't out such a terrible creation into the world! It was like a child could have done it. Hell a child could have done a better job, he was sure of it. Dread and regret hit him hard... maybe he should toss them. Yes.. that was a wonderful idea. He ran a rough hand through the stubble on his face as though it would help him now. What the hell... He placed that odd little crappy bound star and flower at the base of that door even despite those conflicting thoughts. He hardly thought how she could step on it when she left her home the following morning, hopefully that small little note card on it still stayed. 'A star for a star.' He then wrote a short note upon his own sticky before sticking it to the woman's door.