"Sunshine, what are you thinking about?" Alya was leaning against the table at the coffeeshop that they'd just found that day while wandering, a place that she'd given him a playful grin and a look that told him that they had to go here for coffee this time around. Alya was all about random, little hole in the wall places, about new discoveries, as if she were the first reporter to step foot in one, the first person ever to discover it.
"A lot, may be everything, Kit." It had started as an inside joke when they'd accidentally discovered each other's civilian identities, and really, it wasn't supposed to be more than what Trixx had sometimes called her, and yet Alya loved the way that Adrien said it like it was a mix of something humorous, with a slight upcurve of his lips in a genuine, free smile, and something just a touch endearing and sweet that the sparkle in his eyes gave away.
"That's not an answer, Sunshine, Kitty." She wanted to laugh as she faltered over exactly what nickname to call him by. 'Sunshine' was Adrien's, but 'Kitty' was Ladybug's nickname for Cat Noir. Alya just stole it and ran away with it sometimes.
"It isn't?" He teased her as his green eyes gleamed just a touch teasingly, and she couldn't help but reach out and poke his arm, trying to draw something semi-seriously from him.
"Feel wild enough, Kitty?" She held up her coffee cup, and all that he could see for a moment was her, red tipped hair as if she'd just merely dipped a decent bit of her hair in hair dye, and bright eyes that told him that she, too, knew him very well.
"No," Adrien smiled, "I feel just right." His vanilla bean coffee tasted so, so normal to him, nothing fancy, and yet it reminded him of how warm his mother always seemed when she was younger. It was her specialty, something not too sugary for a model, but not dark enough that the coffee felt bitter on her tongue. Adrien wasn't sure that if he drinked it, because he was a lot like her or if it was to remember her.
Alya picked the wildest sounding coffee on the menu and rolled with it, and Adrien found that he liked the contrast: just right, like a yin and a yang.
"Then that's good." As Alya relaxed over her coffee, taking slow, almost cautious sips as if to avoid burning her tongue and losing her sensativity to its taste or to avoid chugging a weird blend, he admired that in some ways, she was 'his' kit. She always seemed so wild and young when compared to how he often had to act, and she was the fox Miraculous holder.
Adrien though wouldn't say that he was as mature as one would expect from the heir to the Agreste line, but in a way, Kit fit her like Sunshine fit him. He tried to be cheery and lighthearted even when it was hard.
Sunshine may have been Adrien's nickname, but Cat Noir lived it the best as full of energy as he was. He reached out and as she caught on and offered her hand to him, he felt almost ready to take on the world at her side: night and day, only caught up in similarity when they were masks and superhero suits.
Adrien was happy like this, sipping coffee in some random Parisian coffeeshop, one hand stretched out on the table and looped around his girlfriend's fingers, and the other holding coffee towards himself for slow sips. Nothing could be better than this.