A figure darts across Paris, heading to the bakery. It's dark, but he knows she will be awake. She's always there, waiting. He smiles as he thinks of her warm smiles and endless happiness. Even her clumsiness is endearing. Her talent is endless and creative. His heart beats faster just thinking of the girl he loves.
Landing gently on the balcony, the cat opens the trapdoor.
"Hello, Princess," he greets.
Marinette looks up from her sketchbook. "Hey, kitty."
Chat lands inside. He'd gotten used to the pictures of Adrien scattered around Marinette's room. She said it was for her fashion inspiration, but Chat wasn't stupid.
"What're you working on?" Chat leans over to what his Princess's pencil is hovering above.
A mad blush fills her cheeks. "My competition entry for Adrien's contest. Formal suits. I plan on making mine based on Chaton," she giggles.
Chat loves the musical sound of her laugh. He smiles. "It's amazing."
He sees a plate of chocolate croissants, his favorite. Marinette catches what he sees, and smiles. "Want one?"
"Sure," says Chat. He bites into the flaky pastry. "Mmm."
"I baked them today." Marinette is radiant with pride.
"They're delicious like always, Princess," he purrs. His ring beeps. He groans. "Already?"
"Didn't you just come from fighting an akuma?" asks Marinette, her tone jokingly implying he was an idiot.
"Yeah," Chat answers, blushing.
Suddenly, Marinette looks over a box. Chat glances at it as well. It's blue, with yellow stripes. There's a silver lock.
"Um, I think you should go," says the blue-haired girl nervously.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, just please go." Marinette looks anxious as she opens the trapdoor for him.
Chat sighs. "Alright." He bounds up to the door.
Marinette kisses his cheek, and Chat turns red as he bids farewell. He hears the trapdoor slam behind him. The cat pauses on the railing.
What in the world has gotten into my princess?
Short chapter, sorry. Longer chapters in the future!