Marinette was having the time of her life. She was sitting at a deli, having breakfast with the boy of her dreams. And the heavenly cup of café crème set in front of her completed the moment.
A light drizzle was just setting in, the raindrops dotting the cobbled streets of Paris and sending a light breeze through the city. It was rare to have such weather. It rained but the sun still shone through the grey clouds; the atmosphere of the city kept bright but given a tint of dreaminess. Weather like this was Marinette's favourite. And coincidentally, Adrien's as well.
Originally, they had both been on their way to the park for their own reasons. Adrien had yet another photoshoot to attend there and Marinette was going there to get inspiration for a nature-themed outfit for one of her aunts. They had bumped into each other on the way and discovered that neither one of them had remembered to have breakfast before leaving their homes.
So it was that Adrien offered to invite her to breakfast at the nearby deli with him. She thought she had seen the lightest hints of red colouring his cheeks but resolved that it was nothing more than her imagination. Adrien, after all, was Adrien. Adrien never gets flustered or trips over any of his words. Marinette was the one who did that. She could barely form three-word sentences around him and anything that made it past her vocal chords in that time was usually synonymous with, "You are so nice."
This time was different though. This time she had spoken with all the confidence of her alter-ego, Ladybug. Marinette even managed to crack a joke or two. She had made Adrien laugh.
Now, at the top of her world, Marinette smiled dreamily at Adrien and pondered on asking him out for lunch later. He was admiring the city's sights, apparently unperturbed or at least unaware of her gaze. Needless to say, she was very stunned when Adrien suddenly turned to her and said, "Marinette. Stop lying about and wake up!"