"Come on, My Lady, why can't you see that we're purr-fect for each other?"

Marinette sighed. Always with the flirting. She and Chat Noir sat on a rooftop, taking a break from patrol. "Chat, you're my best friend, no doubt. But we hardly know anything about each other. For all you know, you could be much older or younger than me!"

"Age is only a number, My Lady," he replied smoothly, giving her a kiss on the hand. "So, if I told you I was ten?"

Chat froze, losing his cool attitude. He quickly caught himself, however, and returned to his confident demeanor. "That would be not be ideal, but I'd gladly go to prison for you, Ladybug."

"Ew. Chat, that's disgusting."

Chat chuckled. "Only kidding, buginette. Plus, I know you're at least around my age. I can tell." Mariners snorted. "Oh can you now?" Chat nodded confidently.

"If you want to know more about me, I'll be happy to share," he purred affectionately. It was Marinette's turn to laugh. "Is that really the best idea? We need to keep our identities secret."

"Come on, buginette. A few questions won't reveal anything."

Marinette thought over this. It was true. "Fine only a few."

"Alright! Let's see... Favorite color? Mine's blue, for your eyes, My Lady." Marinette smiled. "Green for me, I suppose. Okay then, age?"

"Are you sure?" Chat questioned. Marinette nodded. "I'd like to know how old the guy flirting with me is so that I at least know what to make of it."

"I'm 15, My Lady," Chat purred. Marinette raised her eyebrows. "What a coincidence. So am I."

"See, buginette? Same age even! It's simply fate!"

"Quiet down, kitty. Don't you want to get in a few more questions before we leave for the night?"

"Of course. Do you have a job?"

"Other than saving Paris? I work at a bakery."

That wouldn't give anything away, right? There were tons of bakeries in Paris. This was fine.

"Is that why you always smell so sweet? Well, believe it or not, I work as a model?"

Marinette's eyes widened slightly. It wasn't that surprising, Chat was fairly attractive, but she was sure any photographers working with him were driven nuts. "Alright then, I think we're getting too personal. One more, and we're done. Let's see, hobbies? I bake, obviously."

"Well, my lady. I play piano. I should play for you sometime."

"Sure, kitty, sure."

The two sat in silence for a while. Marinette soon found herself looking at Chat. His hair, blonde, reminded her of Adrien. When she thought about it, they had the same eye color as well. She thought about his schedule for tomorrow.

He had a photo shoot after school, then went to fencing practice. She was pretty sure he had piano practice afterwards, but would have to check. Marinette leaned back, thinking a little harder. He and Chat had a lot in common. A little too much. They were even both 15.

Oh God.

"Chat?" Marinette said suddenly. He looked up, prepared to answer. But she didn't give him the chance. "Would...would you happen to fence?"

"Ah... Yes, actually. How did you know?"

Marinette froze, mouth agape. It couldn't be true. But there were too many coincidences. Chat stared at her with concern. "A-Adrien...?" she said before she could stop herself.

Chat's eyes widened, and that was enough confirmation for her. Marinette could feel her brain overloading with information. It made so much sense, and she hated it. "Ladybug? You look pale. Ladybug!"

Marinette laughed slightly. She rejected Chat's advances because she liked Adrien.

Man was fate cruel.

Chat looked at her with concern and confusion. She had just said his real name. Was it a fluke?

"Chat, we should talk."

Disclaimer: I don't own Miraculous Ladybug.

A/N: Hahaha. I wrote this at like 3 in the morning so I'm not sure how good it is. Hope you enjoyed reading it anyways. This idea came to me after I woke up from a dream, and I knew if I didn't write it then I'd forget the idea. So, yeah. Anyways, if any of you are waiting on the new Crystal Pines chapter, it's in progress and should be up soon. Sorry for the wait. Btw sorry for the most unoriginal title ever whoops.

Bye, bye!