Macarons
It wasn't the first time Adrien had eaten a macaron. He was a Parisian, after all, and it would be an insult to his culture if he had never tried one before. And yet, there was something novel about macarons that Marinette had offered him. They were addicting, flooding his mouth with rich, sweet flavors. He bit into another one and let it dissolve on his tongue. He almost couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed a macaron so much.
Almost. Adrien gave a little sigh. When his mother was still around, he had macarons almost every weekend. His family would go to the park, or walk along the Seine, and sometime during their stroll his mother would take out a small box. In the box, there would be two macarons, no more, no less. She would give him one, and the other she would share with his father. After eating his macaron, he would skip down the sidewalk and his parents would walk behind him, holding hands. But that was a long time ago. Now, macarons were far and few in between. Now, they were presented on a white dish and topped with fancy garnishes. He would eat them alone.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Nino. "Are you okay, bud?" he asked.
"I'm fine," he replied.
Nino shrugged. "Well, if you ever need anything, I'm here for you, dude."
Adrien smiled. "Thanks," he said. He finished the rest of the macaron, then turned around in his seat to face the two girls that sat behind him. "Thanks for the macarons, Marinette. They're delicious."
Marinette turned pink. "Oh, heh heh, I'm, uh, glad you liked them," she stammered. Alya elbowed her. The two girls exchanged glances. Marinette giggled. "Um, if you… and Nino" – Alya slapped her forehead – "would like some more, you can, um, c-come over to my house this afternoon. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind making some more macarons for us."
"Sure," Adrien nodded. He just hoped his father wouldn't mind if he stayed over at a friend's house for a little while.
"Awesome, more macarons!" Nino fist-pumped. Adrien chuckled. Perhaps his father would get mad at him for not coming home straightaway, but at least he will have spent time with his friends. After all, Adrien thought to himself, Macarons taste better when shared.
