Third Person-

Marinette rushed down the street trying to get back home before a snow storm hit. She had gotten stuck in one before and did not want it to happen again. Besides she had lots of designs to, well, design. She walked slightly faster being extra careful to not trip. She was ultra clumsy without all this ice to trip on. She sighed. All of a sudden a ferocious wind whipped all around her, stinging her eyes. They teared up so much, she ran right into someone! He fell backwards, Marinette landing on his chest, hands tightly clutching his shirt. She looked up to his face and he looked at her. They locked onto each others eyes and stared, for what seemed like a million years. Eventually, Marinette got her sense back and quickly stood up.

"I-I'm so sorry! I'm such a klutz, I should've paid more attention!" She rolled her eyes cursing her luck. She definitely wasn't getting home before the storm got worse.

"Oh it's no problem! I wasn't paying attention either, I'm partially to blame." He stood up and looked around. Anywhere but the blue eyes that had pierced his only seconds before.

She gasped when she saw his face again. She hadn't noticed before but she noticed now. He was Adrien Agreste! She immediately started to apologize. Why hadn't he had her arrested or something already?

"Oh my god, you're Adrien Agreste! I'm so sorry." She put her face in her hands knowing that her fashion career had ended even before it started.

"Hey! It's ok, it's ok. You did nothing wrong." He laughed. "I'm not my father." He then noticed how far he was from his home and how bad the snow storm was already. He sighed.

"Uh, w-would you like to come to my place? It's not that far. Of-of course you don't have to! I-I'm not trying to kidnap you or anything!" She nervously laughed hoping she didn't scare him off. This could be her shot to pitch her designs!

"It would be very nice, if you took me to your house. I don't wanna catch a cold or anything." He suddenly shivered. Plus his head hurt, after falling on the ice. He touched the part that was sore and winced. Marinette's eyes widened.

"I didn't cause that did I? Oh no. Come on." She grabbed his hand and navigated through the streets to her apartment. He didn't protest and she wondered if he was sliently trying to find a way to press charges. She really hoped not. When they got to her house she ran to the kitchen and got him an ice pack to put on his head.

"Thanks." They sat in silence, waiting for the storm to pass. It never did.

"I-I, I don't think it's a good idea to go out in that storm. Maybe you should stay here tonight, just to be safe. I have lots of pillow and blankets. I could even make you some, if needed." She let out a deep breath she didn't know she had kept in. He smiled.

"Thank you for your generosity. Any pillow or blanket would be fine, thanks so much." He smiled, a dazzling smile that knocked Marinette off her feet. Her breath hitched and she couldn't help but stare at him.

"Are you ok? Hello? Say something? Please?" She snapped out if whatever trance she was in.

"S-sorry! Um let me go get everything."

She hurried off leaving Adrien alone. He stood up and looked. She had lots of designs that... actually looked good. Maybe he should mention her to his father. They were that good. He quickly sat back down when he heard her footsteps.

"So you're a designer, huh? As you can tell I'm Adrien Agreste, so I could recommend you to my father, if you wanted me to." She nearly dropped everything she was holding.

"Oh that would be wonderful!" She gazed at him hopefully. She then cleared her throat and handed him the pillow and blanket. "Unfortunately, I have no pjs for you, seeing as I live by myself, and I am single. The bathroom is right down the hall, first right. Would you like dinner? Or have you eaten?"

"I've eaten, thanks." He was hungry but he didn't want be rude. She studied him. She then shook her head, as if making up her mind about something. She abruptly walked into the kitchen. He distinctly heard the sounds of a pot and the stove turning on. She walked back in with a tray of croissants in her hand.

"Here, an appetizer." She set the tray down in front him.

"What is the entrée?" He smiled. She had barely met him, yet she was cooking him food and letting him sleep in her house.

"Spaghetti. It seemed easiest. And I'm also a little hungry." A little? She was starving! She hadn't eaten all day. She walked back in the kitchen to stir the spaghetti a little more.

When it was done, she sloped it into two bowls and walked back into her living room. She smiled softly when she realized he had fallen asleep. She set the bowl down and went into her room to eat and didn't come back out until dawn.

Adrien-

I woke up, not being able to see. I looked around, trying to find out where the girl had gone. I wanted to talk to her a little more. All I remember was eating the last croissant then laying down. My eyes finally adjusted and I saw a bowl of spaghetti sitting on the table. I smiled. She was unbelievably nice. I sat up and started eating. It was really cold, yet the best spaghetti ever. I would really like to know her better. I quickly finished the bowl and set it down in the kitchen. I noticed her bowl was missing so I set off to find it. She was being so nice the least I could do was wash the dishes. I opened every door until I found her bedroom. The bowl was on the floor. I went to pick it up but something caught my eye. It was her... hair? The moon shined down making it look... beautiful. It was so shiny. I stared at her, taking her face in. She is so cute. Wait, why am I thinking this? I've only just met her! I shook my head, trying to clear it. I picked up the bowl and walked back to the kitchen. When the dishes were done I walked back into the living room, laid down, and instantly fell asleep.