A/N: so these, if you didn't understand the title and description, are small oneshots I will create. NOT AN ACTUAL STORY, NOR WILL THE CHAPTERS BE LINKED, probably. Just small things I think up here and there. I will take suggestions, but keep in mind that they will all be kinda short, and simply exist so you can laugh. So of you suggest, keep in mind that I WILL make it short and funny. Here we go.
On a extraordinary day, seeing the most notorious criminal in Paris would be kind of, expected. But seeing said criminal waltz into the bakery owned by your parents while you are running it for them, on a lazy Saturday when nothing had happened for days, is quite unnatural.
Chat Noir strolled up to the counter like he owned the place, leaning on the counter and giving a dazzling smile to the girl behind the register.
Marinette stared coolly back.
"Hey there Honey." He said sweetly, winking.
"Don't call me Honey."
He smiled still, shrugging his leather clad shoulders. "Very well. All I wish is for a croissant. Nothing more. If you wouldn't mind..." He walked behind the counter, pushing her out of the way gently, and grabbing the pastry. "And that's all." He got halfway to the door, taking a large bite of his snack, when he suddenly halted.
Spinning around on one foot, and grinning greedily, he sauntered back. "Scratch that, I'll need around ten more of these."
She stopped him before he got behind the counter again. He may be robbing her, there was nothing she could do to stop that, but she was at least going to try to make it annoying for him.
"Oh please," she slowly said in that overly sweet tone that we all revert to when at our limit with customers "allow me to serve you."
He only continued to grin, eyes twinkling in mirth. Stepping back, he bowed, gesturing to the display stand. "As you wish." He emphasized, referencing the well known movie.
She huffed, pulling out a decorative bag, and filling it with exactly 10 pastries. Mockingly she added "Your total is 10.65."
He smirked, dropping money into a tip box.
"This is looking good for you in my review of the place Princess." He winked again, taking his bag.
"Really." She deadpanned.
He turned slightly, placing an affronted hand on his chest. "Was that a hint of an angry comeback I heard?" He smirked knowing full well it was.
She resumed the polite act. "Ohhh, noo sir! Why would I be mad?"
He shook his head. "Well that blatant sarcasm is just going to have to go against you, isn't it Princess?" She didnt respond as he continued to shake his head. Making tutting sounds he seemed to magic a pencil and pen into existence. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng." He wrote out. "Horribly rude to innocent man who was just trying to steal croissants. I even left a good tip in her favour." Folding the paper and holding it between his first and middle fingers, he gave it to her. She grabbed the paper, looking at it with a flat stare.
He finally reached the door again. "Thanks for the sweets Princess, but this cat has to high tail it out of here before the police arrive."
"Yeaaahhhh, wouldn't want THAT to happen."
The mocking hand returned to his chest. "Oh, Princess!" He said in a flirtatious tone "I never knew you cared!"
He was on the other side of the door when her shoe made a very loud thunk on the glass. Laughing, he ran away, making note to actually post his review on their website.
A/N: A criminal, and still a flirty annoyance to our poor girl. Oh well. We love him that way.