In Which Marinette is Thoroughly Confused
Trust Nino and Alya to find a way to get Marinette and him alone together. He understood why Nino wanted to do it, but he was still lost when it came to Alya's reason.
He walked slowly, keeping pace with Marinette's limp. Seeing his chance, Adrien began "Plan A": Well balanced flirting.
"If you want to we can stop and rest your leg for a bit."
"N-no it's f-fine."
Time for his (quite literal) pickup line.
"You know, if you want, I can carry you to the cafè."
He stopped and waited for her reaction
Her face flushed a sleeper red,
"Oh n-no, don't w-worry about it!" she stammered.
Hmm… if something that weak could make her blush that much, then what about a stronger pickup line?
"I'm guessing you like to design clothes based off of that hat you made, am I right?"
She looked surprised.
"Er, um, y-yeah I-I do."
"You know," he began, channeling his inner Chat Noir,
"If your designs are as pretty as you they must be amazing."
When Adrien first met Ladybug, he had thought that nothing could be a brighter red than her costume, evidently, Marinette's face was proof that he was wrong.
She opened and closed her mouth but no sound came out, then her face looked confused.
"Something wrong Marinette?"
"N-n-no, n-n-noth-nothing's wr-wrong!"
Oh dear, perhaps that pickup line was a little too strong. It seemed to have caused a few of Marinette's brain cells to explode. Maybe his flirting wasn't as well balanced as he thought it was.
They finally reached the small cafè. They took their seats and looked at the menu.
When the waitress came by to take their orders she took one glance at Adrien, and winked.
"And can I get a handsome guy like you?"
Adrien paused for a second, then replied,
"Whatever my friend Marinette gets!"
He said this with a wink and smirk, throwing his arm over Marinette's shoulders.
Once again, Marinette's face set a new record shade of red.
Hmm...maybe he should tone it down a bit, this was kinda strange behavior for his civilian self…
Plan A seemed to just throw Marinette into a series of blushing and stammers. Time for "Plan B", keeping it sweet and short.
Unbeknownst to him, Marinette was thoroughly confused as to why her "Perfect Adrien", had turned into a Chat Noir, overnight.