A/N: I knew I wanted to do another fluff month piece and I suffer with dialogue so I did a pure dialogue exercise! The dialogue begins with Marinette.

I always write to improve, so comments and critiques are welcome! Please rip this to bits! Thank you!

"Handwritten grocery list. I didn't know adults were allowed to do that publicly anymore."

"Adults aren't allowed to make bad puns without children around either."

"Well, I guess neither of us are adults."

"Oh shoot, now how will I buy all this alcoho—OOH HELLO!"

"Um, hi? I didn't mean to sneak up on you."

"You—nah! I S-saw you and realized you're more intoxicating than my basket of liquor. No, wait—I mean."

"Wow, that was a fast recovery."

"Girls tell me that in more intimate settings. No, shit, I did not say that."

"Nuh-uh, I heard you loud and clear. Do you wait in this aisle just to test out new material on strangers?"

"What? No way! I don't usually blurt those out, I'm sorry. I'm a well behaved French citizen, man's honor."

"No, no, I'm afraid your cover is blown. I haven't laughed that hard in a while, I have to thank you."

"You didn't find it cheesy?"

"Oh it was completely cheesy, but it takes guts to say that out loud. In a grocery store. In the wine section."

"I was surprised…"

"By my intoxication?"

"Hey! You're sassier than I thought."

"I may be short, but I am fierce with my words."

"You're not short, you're—."

"Fun-sized? I've heard that before."

"I wouldn't mind having some fun with you."

"Oh brother. When I pass the last stack of beer bottles will your flirting powers magically disappear?"

"Well then we'd enter the baking aisle, and you'd turn from intoxicating to a cutie-pie."

"Woow."

"Are my powers too much for you?"

"Not at all. In fact, this is a very educational experience."

"On what?"

"Which isle will it take to make a man stop flirting?"

"The wedding aisle?"

"Cute, tomcat."

"Wait, where are we going? The store suddenly turned a particular shade of pink."

"I'm guessing you've never had a serious girlfriend before. Such a shame."

"What are you implyin—oh I see. Hey I've bought my share of feminine items before."

"Like what?"

"Your feminine charm."

"Isn't that more like an insult?"

"What?"

"You bought my charms. Like I tricked you?"

"You know what they say, with a trick comes a few treats."

"I don't feed stray tomcats."

"You don't chase them away either."

"Well, you're not the worst I've seen. And don't look over my shoulder as I pick up tampons. Only the strays I find in the lingerie aisle are that special. "

"I'm not special yet?"

"They say special is subjective."

"I'll take whatever you give me, princess."

"Don't you need to finish your shopping? I have two men calling my name in the frozen section."

"I didn't realize I was making you too hot."

"Direct me to your off button."

"Oh, princess, I'm hurt."

"It's Marinette, tomcat."

"And I'm Adrien. I knew you were eager to learn my name."

"Kissing my hand is blocking the aisle."

"And a kiss from you would silence me forever."

"Oh so, thats the off switch."

"Would you like to test it out?"

"You're cute, but not that cute."

"But I am cute?"

"You have to have something going for you."

"I made you laugh! You admitted it earlier."

"You're occasionally funny."

"I'm also a physics professor, fyi. Smart, funny, and cute. I'm too good to be true."

"Maybe a bit. I almost think my friend planted you here…making asian food tonight?"

"Huh? Oh—uh, yeah. It's for someone special, actually."

"Oooh? Smart, funny, cute but not available. There's the catch."

"What? It's not like—well it is, but its—"

"Don't freak out. I'm joking with you. We had fun. I have to head home anyway. It's my only day off and my friend is waiting for her booze. It was nice meeting you, Adrien."

"Umm, yeah…I'll see you later, maybe?"

"Yeah, it's possible."

(Mari/Alya)

"Hello, Miss. A message left for you at the front desk."

"Thank you."

"Mari, what's that?"

"Maybe a client. The doormen always have something for me when I get home."

"Oh my gosh, it's your day off. You're not allowed to even think about work."

"Hey, Alya! Give that—"

"No way! You only get to read it if it meets my approval. Lets see—well look what we have here."

"What?"

"Gurl! I did not know Adrien Agreste lived in your building!"

"Who? Adrien…Agreste. Like Gabriel's son, Agreste?"

"Yes! You're the luckiest girl I know, how did you even snag him. He sounds head over heels for you."

"Wait, what are you talking about? Give me that."

"You said you met an Adrien at the store…holy shit, was that him? How did you not know it was THE Agreste?"

"You know how focused I get on design. I honestly forgot Gabriel had a son…"

"He was completely home schooled, but his face was still plastered all over Paris for the better part of his teen years. Did his face fill out from angel to sex-demon or something? I swear, you are so scatterbrained sometimes."

"You're the journalist, not me. Wow, look at this poem though. He says he wants a date at his apartment. What should I say? I wasn't ready for this."

"Look, he said, 'Never a second glance, but love takes a chance'. He's kept tabs on you living here and you never noticed?"

"It's a big building. Give me some credit."

"Well, you met him. You said he was pretty great earlier."

"Yeah, but when I left he said he had someone special—"

"Catch up! It was you!"

"You think so?"

"Oh gosh, you're killing me. It's you. He's asking you out; say yes. Easy? How are you going to respond?"

"It's for tomorrow so…I can respond with a message too I guess? A response poem?"

"That's my girl."

(Adrien/Mari)

"You know, even with your letter, I was scared you wouldn't show."

"What makes you say that?"

"Hmm, we've lived in the same building for almost a year? I'm the son of the biggest fashion brand in France while you're a fashion designer, yet you didn't recognize me once? My face was once plastered all over France? If I didn't have your attention back then, what's so different now."

"Ehh, to be fair, I'm surrounded by beautiful people all the time. I'm more focused on the finished product."

"Well, I certainly feel special now. You know, I was really surprised to see you at the store."

"I remember."

"No, I mean, really surprised. You know that list on my hand? One of the doormen on the front desk wrote it down for me right after talking to you."

"Why?"

"Well, I know you have a habit of ordering a lot of takeout. The doormen happen to mention it. I thought 'maybe she would be impressed by a guy that can cook for her'."

"No way."

"Yeah. So, please, act overly impressed by my considerate gesture."

"You really do like me."

"You're just catching on, princess?"

"I didn't think—-well I had no idea. I know I can be slow at times but, how did I not know?!"

"I don't mind. You'll be falling just as hard in no time."

"Are you saying I'm fast attracted to your magnetic pull, Mr Physics Professor?"

"See, we're already speaking the same language. You can't deny science."

"How about I experiment on that off button of yours, for a start."

"I'll take what I can get, princess."