Chapter 2

You're Beautiful

His mind felt like it was a bird soaring through the clouds. Adrien smiled with glee, and soon he went to work on replying to her. Unlocking his phone, Adrien replied to her with a simple, 'Hi'. He was nervous, but of course he was. It's not everyday that he met a beautiful woman that mistakenly sits at his usual table. Although, the idea knowing that it had actually happened made him want to jump for joy. Adrien smiled dorkily at his phone once it had pinged again. Another message from Marinette had been shown on screen. The message was short and sweet but, he was happy to see what the message had said:

I'd love to text you more Adrien, but i have to continue unpacking for my dorm. How about we meet up at 6? Miraculously Sweet?

Adrien looked at the clock. It was 3:51, and he quickly went back to replying. With a short 'Yes, I would love to', and he sent it. His heart felt like it was racing a marathon. In all of his years of life he had never felt his heart beat so happily against his chest. He ran out the door and to his car that sat out in his father's driveway. Once unlocking the car and sitting in the seat, his thoughts came into play the more he thought about Marinette.

"Oh god… what if I mess up? What if I do something embarrassing?" Adrien had said aloud. He shook his head to rid of the thoughts that had flooded his mind. Adrien closed the door of his car and started the engine. As the car smoothly went down the cement road, his thoughts once again came flooding back and drifted off thinking about the blue haired woman. Was is simply fate to me her? The thought trundled through his brain like a train, with no intention of stopping. He knew deep down he would never get a clear answer, unless he plainly kept seeing her. Perhaps then he would get his answer. Adrien hadn't realized, but his own mind had knew the roads so well that he was already at his own home. He stopped the car and parked it perfectly in his driveway. The car door open as keys started to jingle with each movement he had made.

Once the car door was closed, Adrien's feet moved towards the house as he heard the car honk behind him, notifying to him that the car was now locked. Using the key, his front door opened with ease once unlocked. A black cat came running up to him, before he could even finish closing the door. It purred with delight and rubbed against the blondes legs indicating that he was certainly happy to see his owner. Adrien looked down at him and rolled his eyes all while sighing knowing why his cat was being so friendly with him.

"Plagg, the only reason you're being this nice is because you're hungry. I fed you before I left and I wasn't even gone that long!" Adrien whined to Plagg, even though he knew that Plagg would only reply with a loud meow. He exhaled slowly and started dreading to the cat bowl to feed his pestering feline. The black cat followed willingly behind him, marching happily to his food bowl. Ever since Adrien had gotten the green eyed cat, he has done nothing but feed him almost every other hour. He set his keys on the table near Plagg's bowl and bent over to feed the egger cat. As the clock turned to 4, Adrien set off to his room. Only one thing was on his mind, one more hour and he would get to see Marinette. Adrien closed his room door and flopped on his bed, glancing at the open closet. Should he dress nice or keep the same clothes on?

A grunt could be heard as Adrien rose from his foam like bed. His closet was like a whole other small room. Yes Adrien's father was wealthy, but Adrien only had the small house because his father got it for him once he had turned 19. Adrien had been paying for the bills ever since with his side modeling job, but now he had been trying to get a job for the past two months. With no calls returned to him, he had kept modeling for his father. To Adrien, it was a lot of money to model and once he had turned 17, he was getting more money than his father got out of him for it. In the end, the money was good and it kept Adrien afloat, but he knew that he didn't want to always model all his life.

After some time had passed, he had finally picked a black shirt with a white jacket. He would of kept his red flannel on, but he wanted something he was more comfortable with. Glancing at his phone clock once more, the time had read 4:46. Adrien's face went red realizing just how long he was deciding on his outfit and that he was going to see Marinette soon. The thought of speaking to her once more filled his heart with joy. Rushing to find out where his keys were, he tripped and fell over his mischievous feline. He groaned angrily and stood back up before the cat. As if Plagg was mocking him, the cat walked smoothly away and turning his head forward as if he was smirking. Staggering to continue looking for his car keys, he soon found them on the floor next to Plagg's bowl.

"Listen, I know you're mocking me, feline. I am going out, you'll get food when I get back." Adrien snarled at the cat. He quickly picked up the keys and ran out the door, making sure it was locked behind him. After locking it, he ran to his car and fiercely open the door to get it. He started to breathe heavily, while knowing he really didn't have to run, he was just too excited to see Marinette. Adrien started the car and back out of the driveway while listening to the purring of the engine. He was at ease, knowing that he was happy and excited made him want to be like this forever. Adrien couldn't understand was it was about Marinette, but ever since their meeting from hours before, he had a good bubbly feeling in his chest. In his life, he could only ever remember the blandness of modeling. The only good thing were his parents, they fought here and there, but they were always there for Adrien.

His mother, Emilie Agreste, was the happiest part in his life. His father was more strict and stern, still loving and caring. Emilie did everything she could to protect Adrien, nor did she ever want him to model, but she couldn't say no. After all, her own husband at the time was an upcoming famous designer. She did her best to keep Adrien's mood positive and happy. When Adrien had turned 17, his mother had divorced his father for pushing Adrien at such a young age. Here and there he tends to visit her, but he kept the modeling job till get could finish school and get his own job. Adrien couldn't wait to tell his mother about Marinette, that is if they even kept seeing one another. He'd have to wait till to see if they truly did.

Adrien's car had come to a stop and turned slowly into the parking lot of Miraculously Sweet. Parking his car, Adrien sat back knowing he had a few minutes before he would see Marinette. He had felt it, he could feel his heart beat… every single pound in his chest. It was as if he could hear the echo of it in his ears. It was steady, yet quick like the beat of a drum. Oh yes he was freaking out, sweat ran down his forehead. Did he smell okay? Is there anything in his teeth? How's his hair? The questions were endless for him.

5:45 pm, he had no point and sitting in the car anymore. "Time to go in," Adrien had said aloud before opening the door to his car and leaving. His heart pounding rapidly in his chest, for with each step it would go a beat faster. In front of him stood the door, with a small pull it had opened easily like it always had with a little chime from the bell hanging on it. Adrien walked in slowly with a small smile on his face. He was usually here on his own, yet this time he would have someone else with him. The butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he went to sit down at the table he was sitting at hours before. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it seeing if there was anything from Marinette. Nothing had showed. He went to his messages, maybe he should text her. No… he didn't need to be clingy, she would be there, right? Setting his phone face down on the table, he waited patiently. Adrien was definitely worried about almost everything. Would he mess it up? Sure he kept his cool earlier, but that was before he realized she'd actually text him and want to meet up again.

The sound of the bell echoed throughout the café, Adrien gazed up to meet his eyes with her. The world around him felt slow. He was drawn into her eyes. Those big blue-bell eyes generated a feeling like he was looking at the vast ocean on a beach shore. It was like all the myriad shades of blue swirled together to form a whirlpool of happiness. The deeper he looked, the more he loved the color of blue. Her hair was pulled back into a updo bun, perfectly off her shoulders. Not a single strand of hair was loose. She had a dark gray blazer, with rolled up sleeves. Underneath Marinette had on a white shirt with pink flowers and black leaves. With pink rolled up pants and baby pink flats with black bows, Adrien had been in awe. He felt like he had just died and met an angel. She giggled upon reaching the table. Adrien had snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at her. Standing up quickly to meet her.

"Hi again, Adrien", Marinette smiled greatly at him with a light blush on her cheeks.

"Well hello, M'Lady. Please take a seat", Adrien had stood up quickly and pulled out the chair in front of him. Marinette nodded while she had taken the seat. "It's a pleasure seeing you again, I'm surprised you took my offer to text me." He finished after sitting back down in his own seat. Marinette's eyes looked at him with grace, she smiled and laughed.

"What made you want to text me, Marinette?" Adrien questioned her. Marinette eyes lowered, not sure of what to say to him. She didn't really know herself. Marinette tilted her head in question, why did she really? She looked to the side and blushed intensely.

"If I had to be honest, I am uncertain why I did, the excitement maybe? I'm sure I'll find out one day" Marinette had replied to him.

"Why don't we figure that out together?" Adrien questioned, yet on the inside he was freaking out. His mind felt like it was roller coaster, it kept spinning around, but he wasn't getting dizzy. With a mad blush, Marinette nodded and a small shriek came from her when he touched her hand.

"Shall I get us something?" Adrien looked at her and smiled.

"Uhh sure… surprise me", She replied shyly. Adrien stood out of his seat and walked away. Marinette was panicking, yet at the same time she was happy and full of joy. Marinette thought Adrien was a great guy, but she had no idea how she was going to make it through the rest of this date without messing it up. Although, things to be going well so far. To Marinette, Adrien didn't seem like he wanted to leave or as if he was uncomfortable. He smiled and was kind to her, something she quite enjoyed to see someone do for her. She rested her head on her hand she lifted her eyes out the window. It was still sunny with some clouds in the sky. She could feel the warmth of the sun through the window. Marinette closed her eyes to feel the warmth, feeling in a mediating like state.

"Wow…" Adrien came up suddenly, in awe on how Marinette had looked. She looked up at him and quickly straightened up in her seat.

"I'm sorry, I was enjoying the sunlight." She said quickly as Adrien sat down across from her again. Adrien slid over a cup with a sleeve on it.

"What is it?" She asked him.

"It's a cinnamon latte with whipped cream, thought you might have liked it," Adrien said with a pink tint on his cheeks. "I hope that one is okay…" he said, twiddling his thumbs underneath the table. He was still very nervous, not sure of what to even ask about her. But he had to start somewhere and soon. Adrien took a deep breath and exhaled slowly and looked back at Marinette, gazing into her gorgeous blue eyes.

"Thank you, Adrien. I actually love cinnamon it's a spice i really enjoy, as odd as that is." Marinette replied with a smile spread across her face. Adrien was in awe, his mouth was open slightly. It was as if the words were stolen right from him. He was speechless, in a complete utter trance.

"Uhh Adrien?" Marinette questioned him. He was faced with reality once more when he heard Marinette's voice.

"Sorry," he apologized to her in a hurry. He straightened up and motioned for her to continue

"You had said earlier that you were into fashion yourself. So my question is, why are you into it?" Marinette asked, wanting his full attention.

"If I have to be honest, I basically grew up with it", he started, "My father is a fashion designer himself. Growing up as his son, I modeled for him until I was 19, it's been about 5 years now i believe", Adrien finished with a sigh.

"Are you planning to continue with it?" Marinette asked another question, all while sipping her latte.

"I want to be able to teach what I know. I mean growing up with it, you learn things about it enough to do it. Even if I was just the model, my father still wanted me to take over his company, but I don't really care for the company" Adrien replied back to her. He glanced over to his side then back to Marinette. "Do you want to be a designer? Your sketch earlier was beyond fantastic", He complimented her.

"Yes actually believe it or not, but I myself moved back here to Paris to go to school to learn more than I already know. Expect, I'm not near as good as I'd like to be." Marinette frowned and looked to the floor. Adrien started to giggle and didn't stop. Marinette huffed, "It's not funny!" she pouted.

"I'm sorry, Marinette. It's just that you think you're not good, but you're sketch was way better than anything my father tried. He maybe one of the best designers out there, but he can barely draw for his life!" He reassured her.

Marinette blushed greatly not expecting the compliments. When was the last time anyone had complimented her? She couldn't think of any answer, nor did she care. Marinette had shifted her chair closer to the table and took another sip of her latte. "How about family? Anyone else besides your dad?" She then asked wanting to know more about him.

Adrien smiled a little, gladly to tell her anything. "Well you already know about my father somewhat, kind of. He is Gabriel Agreste, if you didn't put two and two together", he shyly laughed, not really wanting to talk more about his father. "However, my mother lives about four blocks away from here. She divorced my father when I was 17. I try to visit her as often as I can, she is the best. I have no siblings. How about your family?" He then asked her.

Marinette smiled, "Both of my parents started up their own bakery again here. We owned one while we were in China, but since we moved here because they missed Paris, i went more on my own. We should get something from there sometime!" She said overjoyed, but then realizing that she had just asked Adrien to spend more time with her.

"Are you asking for another date, M'lady?" Adrien smirked, yet also blushed at the same time. Marinette nodded quickly, so she wouldn't regret asking him. Adrien took Marinette's hand and gently kissed her knuckles. Her mouth dropped with shock, then her eyes moved to his green ones. "If it is, i gladly accept", He smirked once more, but on the inside he was freaking out.

Adrien had finished the last of his latte, he then took both his and Marinette's cups and tossed them in the trash, and hurriedly went to sit back down. But before he could say anything else, Marinette's phone had buzzed. She pulled it out of her purse and answered from what seemed like a text. She sighed and glanced up at Adrien, who was eager to know.

"I'm really sorry, but i have to he back to my dorm, Adrien. My roommate Alya needs me back there to move some of our furniture in. I really wish I could stay… How about we go out for lunch at my parents bakery Saturday? Noon?" She had finished, hoping deep down he would say yes. Of course, he nodded while having a large smile plastered on his face.

"Here, I'll walk you out", he said and got up holding his right arm out for her. Marinette happily locked her arm and then walked out of the small café. Adrien had lead her to the parking lot and turned to face her. He stopped, stunned at the view he was seeing. It felt like his breath was stolen from him, He didn't notice that Marinette had taken her hair down, it fell perfectly around her face. Every freckle that was on her face stood out in the prettiest ways. The soft wind blew through her hair freely, and those blue eyes, dark and beautiful, yet also mysterious.

"You're beautiful" He blurted out, yet he smiled gracefully while trying not to freak out. He started leaving and waved goodbye. Leaving Marinette in complete shock and alone in her thoughts on the sidewalk.