"And then he says, "I was just confirming that you were as pretty as Tikki keeps telling me you are". Just like that!" Marinette exclaims to Alya as she describes yesterday's events at the bookstore.
"Huh, so he's smooth." Alya muses. "Did you get his name?"
"Yeah. His name is Adrien Agreste and he is 18 years old. He has blonde hair and bright green eyes just like Mrs. Tikki said. He's also a senior at Françoise Dupont high school."
"The Adrien Agreste? He told you all that?"
"Some of it. I may or may not have found out the rest from Instagram."
Alya chuckles. "Well, you seem to have taken a liking to him." she says as she takes in her friend's dream-like state.
Marinette's head snaps up so fast, the red head wonders how she didn't get whiplash. "Of c-course, I haven't! Th-that's crazy!"
Alya eyes the stuttering mess sitting across from her. "Oh really? Tell me, since when do you stutter?"
Marinette's face turns beat red instantly, making her brown-eyed companion let out a laugh. "Relax, I was just kidding."
"Yeah, well you're one to talk."
This makes Alya sit up straighter. "Speaking of which, that's why I asked you to meet me here. I wanted you to know that I ….um… I... met someone."
"….What?!"
"I've, um… been talking to someone recently and…. I'veinvitedhimtoourgirlsnightsoyoucanmeethimtheresorry." Alya rushes out.
"….WHAT?!"
"Can I take your orders now or do you need some more time?" A new voice cuts in.
Mari looks up to find a young man with Black hair and cat-like eyes staring expectantly at her. Still in shock from her best friend's news, she just stares back blankly until….."What was the question again?"
The young man repeats, "My name is Plagg and I will be your waiter this afternoon. Can I take your orders now or do you need some more time?"
Alya speaks up first, "We are going to split a large pizza with olives and mushrooms."
"Okay. It should be out in about 10 minutes." Plagg concludes and turns to walk away.
"Wait! Haven't I seen you before? You used to go to Kwami High, right?" Alya questions.
Plagg turns back around to face her. "That's right. Aren't you Nora's little sister?"
"Yep." Alya pops the p. "My name is Alya Cesaire. And you're that Fu kid, right?
"That's me. How did you know my last name though?"
"I'm a reporter, it's my job to know things. And honestly," Alya snorts. "I remember your last name better than your first name. It's always being muttered disdainfully under my sister's breath since that prank you pulled on her with the cheese."
"Hehe, right." He has the decency to look a little bashful at the statement. But only a little. Suddenly, an annoyed voice is heard yelling from the kitchen. "Well, that's my que. I have to go back to work now, but it was nice to properly meet you." Plagg says as he shuffles to the kitchen.
The Brunette turns to face her still frozen friend. "Well," Alya thinks "at least that distracted Mari from the boys crashing girl's night."
"…. WHAT?!" Marinette shrieks.
"Oh shoot, I said that out loud didn't I?"
"YES, YES YOU DID. NOW EXPLAIN." Marinette exclaims. Her wide eyes filled with a mixture of anger and happiness.
"Well, instead of having our normal movie marathon and spa treatments, I decided to invite this guy I have been talking to for a while for a night out, so that you can meet him. I really like him but I want you to approve before we get more serious, and it has been a while since we just had fun around the city. I hope you're not mad at me." Alya winces at her delivery.
"Ohhh. I'm so happy for you! What's his name? What does he look like? How tall is he? What school does he go to? How old is he? Where did you meet? How long ago? TELL ME EVERYTHING!" Marinette cries. Alya would later claim that there were actual hearts and stars in her eyes as she said that.
"Phew. That could've been bad." Alya thinks. "Thankfully her inner fangirl was able to override her annoyance…" She then notices Mari giving her an amused look.
"What?"
"…You really need to stop saying stuff out loud."
