The storm was raging outside. Snow had risen up to a good feet already, and more was soon to come.
Marinette gave a frustrated sigh, there was no way she was getting home in this weather. Closing the drapes, the noirette went back over to ruby red couch and wrapped herself in a blanket.
She clicked the remote button and kept on switching channels until she found something of her liking.
"You know, the TV kills brain cells." A voice chided.
Marinette turned her head slightly, clearly unamused. "And being a butt is going to get you eventually killed, Félix."
"Touchè." He spoke, his blue eyes cold and clear. Félix walked over her with a mug in hand, "Here, take this."
Cautiously, she took the mug. The liqued in it was brown with foam melting on top. She wiggled her small nose as she smelled it. Marinette turned her head to him once more. "How do I know you didn't poison it?"
Félix gave a roll of his eyes, "Because if I were to poison a glass, it would be mine. Now just drink your cup before I do poison it."
Marinette snorted before taking a sip. It was warm and chocolaty. From what she tasted, it was probably dark chocolate. Hints of cinnamon teased her tongue.
"Wow, this really good. Like it could rival my Papa's good. And that's hard to do."
Félix nodded, "It was my mothers recipe before she past." He looked down at the cup, his blonde hair falling out of place. "She always used to make it. She would've liked you, Marinette"
Marinette gave a pitiful look before an idea struck her. She put the Mug down on the table and shifted her body towards him. "Tell me about her. "
And Marinette swore she saw the tiniest hint of a smile.