Author's Note: This FanFic will become more… erotic… as the series goes on. BTW, it's 7 years in the future. Just wanted to point that out.
Adrien walked bouncily through the streets of Paris, France wearing dark shades and a blue t-shirt. Some young ladies walking on the other side of the street caught Agreste's eyes, so he turned his face the other way to they wouldn't see him.
Ever since his singing voice had been recognized, he became the new 'Justin Bieber' of his time. He always enjoyed talking to his fans, but he wanted alone time every now and then.
Adrien walked by an old alley. When he looked into the dark passageway, it looked nothing like he expected it to. On the inside wall, there was a magnificent mural spread with a bright green paw and a round ladybug print. Around the edges of the two pieces of art, was a primary color rainbow spiraling throughout the painting.
Adrien stared at the craft for a long moment, reminiscing his time with Ladybug until there was no more trouble. He was broken from his daydream when Adrien heard a snap of fingers.
His eyes focused and his head pointed in the direction of where the noise came from.
There in front of him was a decently tall chinese woman with a sharp chin, and bright, blue eyes putting her hands on her hips. Her dark blue hair was in a bun, secured with a chopstick. She was wearing white overalls with colorful splotches on them above a navy blue undershirt.
The young woman raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"Do you like it, or something?" She said with a nuetrally deep voice.
Adrien Agreste ruffled his hair smiling gleefully. "Heh. Sorry. I like it lot. You captured the spirit of Ladybug and Chat noir perfectly."
The woman smiled a white smile, and greeted him. "I'm Marinette."
Adrien tapped his smooth chin. "Dupain-Cheng?" He said, guessing her last name.
Marinette placed her index finger and her thumb together, winking. "Correct!" She tapped her finger on her chin mockingly and said. "Are you… Adrien Agreste?"
He grinned and nodded.
Marinette whipped out her phone. She lifted her head up, but not her eyes and said, "May I have your number?"
Adrien's confidence in Mari depleted. He sighed. "Is it because I'm famous?" He asked.
Marinette rolled her eyes. "You weren't that popular in the modeling business."
Adrien's eyes lit up. Of course, he would've taken it badly when he was a emotionally broke teen, but this was the first encounter of old friend that hadn't known singer. Then it hit him; Marinette moved to America after graduation to start her career in the arts.
Adrien happily scribbled his number down on a scrap paper and shoved it in Marinette's face, blushing.
"T-thanks." She said, knowing why his face was so red.
Marinette had gotten over her girly crush on Adrien years ago. By getting his number, Mari thought maybe she could turn over a new leaf with him and put everything behind them.