Inside the Agreste Fashion Inc., there was a small coffee shop where the workers that didn't have access to the lounge or had their own secretaries to make them coffee would buy their daily dose of caffeine. The Agreste Fashion Inc. was an exciting but demanding work place, and even though she just worked in the coffee shop, Marinette Dupain-Cheng felt as if the work flow vibes were on her. If she opened, she would make sure to come in 30 minutes early that they weren't paying her for to make sure that the coffee would be ready by the time all the other workers started coming in. She was clumsy, but she never made mistakes. People in the fashion industry were people you didn't want to get angry early in the morning.

After everyone in the morning went by, she and her coworkers usually only had very few customers an hour so she'd spend the rest of the day doodling designs. They were either originals or the outfits that people would wear to work, just with her own little tweaks. She wish she could work with the people in the upper floors of the building, but she couldn't afford to get a proper education. What she got in the coffee shop went to her parents and their bakery that got by just fine, but she knew the money she gave them helped. Her parents often denied the money at first, but she would sneak it into their safe either way. Even if she saved all her money for a year, she probably wouldn't be able to pay a single course of the school she had her eye on. Maybe someday she'd move away from this coffee shop, but for the moment, she was there.

On the upper floors away from the coffee shop on the ground level, there was commotion everywhere. Adrien Agreste needed good coffee, and he needed to get away for a few minutes before the big meeting. His secretary, Chloe, didn't make good coffee. She never had, so he'd never drink it and just shove it in the trash. But today, he needed coffee. He felt drained. He stepped out of the elevator to make his way to the coffee shop. Inside, Marinette looked up from her sketch book and stared wide eyed at the young man in a grey suit who was walking in. His jacket was unbuttoned, and he was sweating. The building wasn't hot. He was just nervous.

"Hi," Adrien said," can I get an iced coffee with vanilla please."

"Y-yeah, right up," Marinette said and rang it up in the cash register. "Your name?"

"Adrien," he smiled. Marinette blushed because she had never seen anyone with such a beautiful smile. He swiped his card and got his receipt before going to sit down. Marinette always made sure to focus when making an order, but she really didn't want to mess this one up. When she was done, she wrote Adrien on the cup. Oh yeah, the dot in the i had a little heart. She went around the counter to hand it to him, and he stood up too fast.

Shit.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so so so sorry," Marinette started panicking. Before Adrien could say anything back, a pregnant blonde lady walked in.

"Someone told me I could find you here, Adrien," she said looking at her phone," why didn't you just ask me for coffee?" She then looked up at Marinette and Adrien whose white shirt and part of his pants were wet and stained. "You!" she pointed at Marinette. "Did you do this?"

"Yes, kind of-," Marinette tried to talk.

"You can kiss your job goodbye! I hope you know what you just did. People like you are what's wrong with this world. Adrien! Let's go. You have to be in the meeting in exactly 4 minutes and 30 seconds. I'll try to find you something to wear if I can move fast enough," she said and went up to grab Adrien by the arm. He looked angry, and Marinette felt as if he was angry at her. Marinette felt horrible about the entire situation, but the knot she felt in her throat felt worse. She could not lose her job. She liked the flexible work hours and her coworkers. She knew her parents appreciated whatever she gave them. The pay wasn't excellent, but it was enough. She could not lose this job.

The next day: Friday, 8:20PM. Night shift.

"I can't lose my job, Rose," Marinette said, tapping her fingers on the counter. Agreste Fashion Inc. didn't close until 11PM, so their coffee shop closed at 11. She was working the night shift with her coworker Rose.

"Have you told your parents?" Rose asked her.

"No," Marinette sighed," I don't want to worry them until I know for sure that they're firing me. Human resources hasn't called me in yet. I don't know if his wife is going to tell them anytime soon, but she sounded serious. I got two hours of sleep, Rose. I'm running on caffeine right now. I can't feel my face."

"Go apologize to him personally," Rose said. "You said he works here, right?"

"Yeah, I'm guessing. He was going to a meeting. His name is Adrien, but I'm not sure about his last name. I guess I can just ask how many Adrien's we have working here and go to every office."

"Go ask the front desk if he has an office. If he's still here, go take him a coffee. Just don't spill it on him this time," Rose giggled. Marinette shot her a quick glare before busting out laughing. She made the same order from the day before, put her own money in the register, and went to the front desk. Only one person worked in the building with the name Adrien, and he had his own office on one of the top floors which made Marinette more nervous because it meant he was important. The front desk lady said he hadn't checked out yet. Marinette made her way to the elevator and hesitated before pressing the button. She had only gone up the elevator to the second floor to go to the HR room or to pick up her check. She had never gone any higher and now she was going to the twenty-seventh floor. When she got there, it was mostly a huge open space and two doors. One was a restroom, the other one on the other side of the floor was the door to an office. There was boxes everywhere and a sole desk near the entrance of the office. She guess that that was the secretary's, but they weren't there. With every step closer she took near the door, she could hear her heartbeat get louder. This dictated weather she kept her job or not. She knocked on the door quietly. There was no response. She knocked again and the door opened. It was Adrien, and he looked tired.

"Oh, it's you," he said. She couldn't tell what kind of tone he was giving off.

"I'm so sorry," Marinette said and showed him the coffee," I didn't mean to make your wife angry." Adrien looked at her, the coffee, then her, then the coffee, then her again, and he started laughing. Marinette raised her eyebrow and looked at him.

"Well, one. Chloe isn't my wife and far from it. Also, I wasn't mad, I promise," Adrien said. "I realize you brought me coffee and that it's rude for me to keep you standing here. Come in and sit." Adrien walked into his office and Marinette walked right behind him. She sat at one of the desk chairs as he in his. He had papers and boxes everywhere. "Sorry for the clutter, I just got moved into this office."

"It's fine. Look, I really am sorry for spilling the coffee on you, honest."

"Well you don't seem like the type of person to spill coffee on someone on purpose, so I accept your apology."

"Was the meeting really important?" Marinette asked and played with her finger.

"Oh, you know. I was just named Vice President in front of the press and important fashion industry leaders with a huge coffee stain. No biggie," he laughed. Marinette's heart sunk in realization. Her eyes were wide open.

"You're Adrien Agreste? The Adrien Agreste? Gabriel Agreste's son?!"

"If not, signing that contract with that name was a big mistake," he smiled. Marinette placed her forehead on his desk.

"How do you not hate me?" Marinette groaned.

"It's fine. What was my dad going to do? Ground me?"

Marinette sat up and said, "Adrien, I don't know you that well or how old you are, but I have a feeling that if your dad sent you to your room right now, you'd go." Adrien made eye contact with her and laughed.

"You're probably right," Adrien smiled. "What's your name?"

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"Glad to know there's someone in this office with a good sense of humor."

"So I'm not getting fired? I really need this job, Mr. Agreste"

Adrien laughed," Chloe is leaving in about four days for maternity leave. I'm pretty sure she forgot about it. But if they do try to fire you, come talk to me. I'll vouch for you."

"Oh, Mr. VP can do whatever he wants now," Marinette smirked.

Adrien shrugged and smiled at Marinette," Pretty much. No, actually. I still can't get a secretary that can make coffee. Maybe later."

"Yeah," Marinette smiled," maybe later. Well, I should get back to the coffee shop. I'm there until 11. Goodnight, Mr. Agreste."

"Goodnight, Ms. Dupain-Cheng. Thanks for the coffee."

"Thanks for not firing me," Marinette joked. Marinette stood up and made her way to the door. Adrien placed his elbows on his desk and his head on his hands to watch her leave. He needed to get her near him.