AN: Here's chapter two. Originally this was going to be one big one shot but the farther along i got the more i realized how really long this short story was so i decided to split it into sections to make it easier to read. Thank you for all the follows and favorites so far! i really appreciate it! Make sure to leave some comments for me to get some feed back! I love any type as long as its said nicely and is constructive.

The weeks seemed to drag. Class was boring and I spent most of my time thinking about the mystery man. It had dawned on me that while I had called him out on not knowing me and jumping into things quickly, I had basically the same and was left to wonder who it was that I had set up a date with. After a brief conversation with my best friend, I found myself a bit calmer about the whole situation. If this guy was some serial killer then at least someone would know where I was and with whom. Relatively.

By the time Friday came along and afternoon dawned, my nerves had come back full force. I struggled to keep my leg from bouncing on the floor and my hands were firmly clasped around a warm coffee cup. While it was cold outside, I had decided to wear black shorts with black tights under. A black and white spotted sweater hung off of my frame with a Peter Pan collar peaking off the top. A couple strands of hair hun loosely around my face to frame it, while my longer strands were pulled back into two braids.

The only thing keeping me from freezing was the strangely warm rain coat that I refused to leave the house without. It still smelled a bit like the warmth that I remembered from the rainy day. I had argued with myself for days on wether to wash it or not, eventually deciding that it would be a good idea to throw it in the washer for as bit, since it had been wet and would eventually smell bad. While it had disappointed me slightly to pull it out of the dryer, it made me feel less guilty about clinging to it as I had been. At least he would get it back clean today.

I looked around the cafe for what seemed like the hundredth time, hoping to catch a glimpse of the blonde hair I remembered, but was once again let down by the familiar sight of browns and chestnut. I slumped in my seat, wondering if I had been stood up or if had actually imagined the interaction between us. A squeeze of the jacket reminded me that I had not and I wasn't sure if I was relieved to be reminded of the reality of the encounter or if it made it worse that he hadn't shown up.

I took a sip of my warm drink, snuggling closer to the larger jacket that was now firmly covering most of my body lulling me to a false sense of security, like a blanket does a child. My eyes began to flutter as I checked the time on my phone. It was five. He was half an hour late. Before I could think anything more, I felt myself drift off into a comfortable sleep, eased by the warm smell of vanilla and coffee, and potentially, something woody.

It was raining again. Pouring, outside the store window. The coffee in my hands had long been gone and I had given up on waiting for him. I wrapped the jacket around me, happy that this time, I wouldn't get absolutely soaked through. My head had started to hurt and my throat felt itchy and I could tell that if I let myself, I would develop a cold. I zipped the coat up to my chin and pulled the hood over my head bitterly. As I exited the coffee shop, I dumped the cup into the trash can. A bell dinged over my head as I hesitantly opened the door. Instantly, the rushing sound of water met my ears and the smell of wet grass wafted towards my nose. A brief smile covered my face thinking of the last storm. It was quickly replaced by a disappointed sigh and frown. I tucked my chin into the high collar of the coat and began my way to my car.

My heels clicked with every step and I focused all my energy on keeping my balance on the slippery road. I couldn't afford another fall like the last one. Cuts and bruises covered the palms of my hand and a particular nasty bruise resided on my left hip. I tucked my hands into the pockets trying to keep them dry and closing my fist over my keys.

I looked up to where I knew my car was parked only to be met by an empty parking spot. I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion. I had been so sure that I had parked in this specific spot. Had I remembered wrong?

I glanced around the parking lot trying to find the white car that I drove to no avail. In fact, I could see that the parking lot was completely empty. Had it always been empty? How did I get here if I didn't drive? I turned back around to look at the coffee shop and saw the people in the building chatting happily to each other. No one seemed to notice or care that their cars were gone.

Thoroughly, unsettled, I decided that I should walk back to the side walk and call my best friend to pick me up. Maybe I had asked her to drop me off in order to ensure my safety? Carefully, I stepped up onto the high sidewalk, covered by the small canopy so that the pouring water wouldn't hit me as much as it had previously. My tights were beginning to get wet. I searched through my pockets for my phone. When I couldn't seem to place it, my heart I had left it inside?

I turned to walk back into the coffee shop when I crashed directly into a solid body. I bounced off, my ankle twisting painfully under my weight. Luckily, I managed to get my balance back, but the pain in my leg was sharp. I hissed lifting it off the side walk, hoping that the lack of weight would alleviate some of the pain.

"Oh my God are you okay?"

I froze. I recognized the voice.

Slowly I raised my head to be met with golden green eyes. It felt as if the world around us had stopped. The rain had slowed to a standstill, and the droplets were waiting in the air with baited breath. In the back of my mind, I realized that this was a bit strange. Things weren't adding up. I couldn't remember anything aside from walking out of the coffee shop. The details were blurry and the more I struggled to remember, the less I did. Presently, all I could think about was his pure gaze. It trailed over my face, as if mentally taking a panoramic picture. My heart was racing and when his eyes met mine, a flash of lighting flashed from somewhere above us. When I tried to look up, I realized that he was once again holding his black umbrella.

Thunder rumbled in the distance but my irrational fear was missing in that moment. His scent washed over me like a security blanket and all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around him and let the warmth from his body seep into my own.

He squinted at me and I vaguely remembered that he had asked me a question. Startled, I shook my head and blinked several times trying to force myself to into the moment.

"I'm fine," I whispered, feeling that if I spoke any louder, the mood would dissipate.

His eye crinkled in the way I remembered and regardless of the cold and dreary atmosphere, it felt as if the sun had come out of hiding to warm my soul. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, something he seemed to do often in foreign situations, and blinked. It was slow and almost tender. His eyelids slid over his irises and then back into the creases of his sockets. When they were open again, they met mine. Faintly, I could see a blush on his pale cheeks that caused my own to redden slightly.

"I feel like I'm bad luck," he answered matching my volume. He didn't seem at all concerned with how strange our surroundings were. In his defense, it wasn't the most pressing thought in my mind either.

"Of course not," I corrected quickly, "I've always been extremely clumsy. This isn't your fault."

"I still feel bad," he said licking his lips, "Can I make it up to you?" His gaze drifted from my eyes to my mouth and I felt my head swirl. Was I imaging this?

"Y-you don't have to," I stuttered nervously, conflicted. I still didn't know who he was.

Without warning, the rain began to move again, the world speeding to its usual rhythm and the noise drowned out my response. I blinked at the empty parking lot in confusion but before I could begin to formulate a thought, the cold feeling of water hitting my skin interrupted me.

I looked down at my arms and realized that the coat was gone and I stood in pouring rain again, only covered by my sweater. Upon looking up, I realized that the umbrella was also missing, and the man was being soaked as much as I had been. Questions were beginning to form in my brain but it was as if my thoughts were muted. I could hear only mumbles and nothing seemed clear anymore. My hair was out of the twin braids I had been sure I had styled this morning and it clung to my wet clothing down my back. While rain hit my face, I noticed that it was consistently missing my eyes. How strange.

His hair clung to his scalp and the water dripping from his nose didn't seem to bother him. Droplets clung to his eyelashes and I wondered if he even noticed. He was suddenly a lot closer to me than he had been and I hadn't even seen him move. His face was coming closer and closer to mine. My breath hitched unapologetically, as his lips neared my own. I let my eyes flutter shut again, waiting for the kiss that didn't happen last time but as the moment dragged on, and the rain continued, I couldn't help the wave of embarrassment and fear that rose in my body.

The world stayed dark behind my eye lids, and no matter how hard I tried to open them, they resisted. I felt my eyebrows furrow, struggling to get my eyelids to move. In the distance, or so it seemed, I could hear someone calling my name. I groaned. Comfort had began to escape me and I suddenly felt as if the rain water was freezing me. My body shook with cold, or was someone shaking me?

"Marinette," I heard again and my eyes shot open. Again, I was met with bright green and honey eyes. I blinked in confusion.

The smell of vanilla and coffee washed over my senses a new and the woody scent permitted the air nearest me. Warmth flooded my cheeks as I realized that I had fallen asleep in the coffee shop waiting.

I shot up in alarm and managed to miss hitting the person in front of me's nose with my forehead as they had moved away from me when they saw my reaction. It took a couple of seconds for my vision to adjust to the dim lighting of the evening. The yellow lights in the coffee shop setting a comforting mood. I glanced around, realizing that many of the people that had been there earlier were gone. Only a group of three teenagers and a girl with a sketchbook wearing a large tan hoodie were still in the shop. Some cynical side of me was slightly scared at the lack of people in the vicinity but the hopeful and ideal side shut that side up.

I glanced back at the man and realized that is was him, and he now somehow knew my name?

"Are you okay," he asked, concern lacing his voice. He was standing above me with his hands tucked into his jacket pocket. His hair was slightly disheveled and his cheeks and nose had a little tinged with red.

"How do you know my name," I asked as the groggy feeling returned to my brain, danger regressing slightly as the face before me was recognizable. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest thing to let my guard down just yet, but when my eyes connected with his, I couldn't stop the relaxing sensation that rushed my body like warm water on my skin.

He touched the back of his neck looking behind me at the group of teenagers that seemed to be watching us intently. With an embarrassed flush, I had to guess that they had been waiting to see if I would wake up on my own and now that a man who could have very well been a God sent angel was the one waking me by name, the story got even more so interesting.

"I read the name on your cup," he mentioned, pointing at the cup that sat, probably cold, on the table beside me. I spared a glance for the small cup next to me and realized that my name was written on it and it wasn't that weird that he knew it.

"Oh," I relented letting my shoulders fall even farther. He seemed to take that as an invitation to get closer again. For a second he seemed like he wanted to hug me but thought better of it and sat in the chair next to me. I looked around again searching for a clock. Eventually I simply pulled out my phone and clicked it on. It was six.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see him watching me apprehensively. As soon as I put the screen to sleep, he jumped into an explanation which I felt slightly entitled to, though as he spoke, I found my attention was wavering, dwelling instead in my own thoughts.

His hair kept bouncing around his head like a golden halo of light, despite the darkness outside, he seemed to radiate the sun's rays. Head rose to my cheeks for apparently no reason but to let him know that I could feel his warmth. Like the moon, perhaps, my body radiated his light back to him and to the people and objects surrounding us. Had he noticed? Did he realize that because of him, I was glowing?

My eyes traveled to his lips for what felt like the millionth time. It seemed that my eyes were always drawn down when he spoke or when he simply let the corners of his mouth turn up slightly, as they were currently. I blinked slowly, as if waking up again and I realized that it was not a smile that permeated his face but a smug smirk. Maybe he had noticed.

"I'm sorry what," I heard myself say and I had to physically fight the urge to face palm. I bit the inside of my cheek nervously as a melodic chuckle escaped his parted lips.

"I said I had some car trouble and had to get it fixed and that I'm sorry I am late," he repeated, the smile in his voice hinting that he wasn't hurt that I had zoned out for the span of his explanation and I was grateful for it as I knew that I would be beating myself up about it later.

"Oh," I answered lamely not really knowing what to say. It wasn't as if he could have called me to tell me that he would be late since I didn't even know his name, let alone his phone number and the same could be said for him. In the end, I decided to let it slide this time, since the circumstances were extenuating.

"I understand," I added after a small silence and threw in a smile so as not to make it seem disingenuous.

"Thank you," he said then before I could tell him there was nothing to thank me for he added, "For waiting here. I'm sure that you had better things to do with your time and I really appreciate your patience."

I shrugged, knowing that had I been awake, my patience would have run out fairly quickly but because I had taken a nap, we were currently sitting together.

"We're kind of in a weird situation so I couldn't expect you to call or something and it's not like it's a date right?"

His face fell then brightened suddenly" Maybe we should fix that," he said quickly holding his hand out in front of him, "Hi, I'm Adrien, and I would really like to go out on a date with you."

My heart stopped then started beating at sixty miles a minute. Adrien. Adrien with the beautiful eyes and the golden hair. Adrien, who saved me from the rain and gave me his jacket. Adrien who was sitting in front of me telling me that he wanted to date me. This was him. Adrien.

"My name is Marinette," I said stupidly as he already knew that but I pushed myself to continue, "and I would love to go on a date with you sometime."

I took his hand wich felt warm in my cold palm. As I went to pull It away, he entwined our fingers and pulled it up to his lips placing a soft kiss upon my skin. The small action sent me reeling with happiness and excitement.

"Do you happen to be free now?"

"I believe I am."