Luka Couffaine

You’re sitting on the end of his bed, looking in the mirror. Trying to look at yourself without thinking you’re ugly, but failing. Luka looks up from playing his guitar Luka: Don’t you wanna be a model anymore? Juleka (you): Yeah, but- no one’s ever going to pick me.. Luka: Have you tried talking to Marinette about your idea? Juleka (you): I don’t wanna bother her with that. Luka: You’re really pretty, Jule. I’m sure Marinette would love to have you as her model.