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Previously on "Dinner for Two"…
He rubbed his arm and smiled behind the curtain of his hair, "Thank you," Marinette beamed and took out of her notebook to look over the final draft, "By the way, how was your break?"
Marinette remembered the conversation she had with Chat Noir and all the little things she had learned about him today and smiled warmly, "It was…purrty nice,"
Nathaniel rose an eyebrow at her odd word choice but didn't question it further, immediately getting back to work instead.
It was finished.
They were done!
Marinette jumped up from her swiveling chair, tripping over an innocently laying piece of stray fabric on the floor, taking with her pencils and scrunched up paper balls of dismissed clothing drafts.
It woke up Nathaniel too, who was hunched over his work table, a piece of paper sticking to the side of his cheek and his hair a mess, or more so than usually.
He immediately scrambled to get up, removing the piece of paper from his face and rushing toward Marinette, who rubbed her knee from colliding with the floor, "Owww….I just woke up too," she whined, sighing at her own clumsiness.
Nathaniel smiled, grabbing her arm and helping her stand, before kneeling down to collect the scattered pencils and papers, nearly bumping heads with Marinette, who did the same, "At least we got the dress finished," he smiled, thinking back on the incident they had last night.
Shipment companies didn't open for business until eight o'clock, thankfully Nathaniel had a friend from school working there, who had a favor to return and was willing to get up at four in the morning to get the dress to the model's address, which was quite a few blocks away.
Once they organized everything, Marinette grinned up at Nathaniel, "We're done!" she threw her arms up in the air with a big grin.
Nathaniel's eyes livened up, usually shy expression lightening up in happiness, "We're done!" he echoed her cheer, both adults throwing their arms around one another in joy and laughing at their successful job done.
They were only seconds into the impromptu hug, seconds it took Nathaniel to become acutely aware of Marinette's smaller body pressed to his own, nearly perfectly, like two puzzle pieces, her softer curves fitting into his harder edges.
His mind was swimming and he felt lightly lightheaded, "Keep it cool, Nathaniel. It's just a hug, you've hugged girls before. Granted, they were relatives or colleagues from work, but they were women nonetheless. You've got this," he heard Marinette squealing in delight and she hugged him tighter, "You don't got this, you don't got this, plan B! Plan B! PLAN B!" standing frozen there with Marinette in his arms, cheering obliviously to his mental panic attack, he tried to think of something to do or say.
"I-It's really great tt-that we managed it right?" he grinned nervously, thankful for the cover her hair gave to hide his face in.
Bad idea.
She smelled of baked goods, of the light, subtle perfume she wore, of Marinette.
He was getting lightheaded again.
Marinette brought him back to reality with her angelic voice, "We sure did Nath! We should celebrate!" finally, or not, Marinette slowly broke away, beaming up at him in happiness.
Nathaniel quickly grinned back, scratching at the back of his neck, pulling tightly on the small hairs at the nape of his neck to reel in his chaotic emotions, "R-right!" he squeaked out, punching his chest as if to clear his throat.
Marinette smiled, resting her hands on his shoulders, "But I really couldn't have done it without you Nath, without your continuous support and professional help, I never would have gotten all these projects finished in time, so thank you for always being there for me," she leaned up on her tip toes, how cute, and her soft lips pressed against his cheek in a short, sweet kiss.
Nathaniel's brain short circuited.
"Reboot! Reboot! Reboot!" he still felt her hands on his shoulders, the warmth they emanated, and they squeezed him, "RESPAWN! RESPAWN! RESPAW-"
"Hey you guys! Are we interrupting?" Nathaniel's whole body froze and Marinette's hands fell away from his shoulders, his mind slowly clinging onto the last shred of his sanity to bring him back to the present.
"Not at all! Glad you guys made it!" Marinette beamed at them.
Wait, he knew that voice…
He turned around and saw none other than Rose and Juleka, Rose as always on Juleka's arm, the two women smiling at them, particularly eyeing him with a strange expression on their faces.
He was sure his face was the same color as his hair. Marinette rushed toward them and grasped their hands, "We finished the dress! We sent it for delivery in the morning, the model should have already gotten them and tried it on! Oh, isn't that great?!" while Rose and Juleka genuinely were excited, since it was their project too, their eyes discreetly traveled to the flustered man in the back, who looked like he would faint from either lack of air or a heart attack if the redness of his face and his wide blown eyes were any indication.
The fact that they had been hugging before Rose had spoken up gave them a clue as to why their long- time friend looked like he would fall into cardiac arrest and Marinette's giddy state.
Juleka shared a look with Rose until the dark-haired woman wrapped an arm around her superior and friend and led her toward the small kitchenette at the back, "Why don't we celebrate with a glass of coffee? I bet you guys must have worked until late in the night, you will need the boost," Marinette smiled appreciatively at her friend, telling her all about the frustration and panic she felt for not making it to the due date or messing up the design or finishing touches.
Rose sneaked up on Nathaniel and rested a hand on his shoulder, causing him to look down at her, a hue of redness still on his cheeks. Rose's blue eyes looked up into his own lighter blue ones, "Cheer up! Don't give up," she smiled encouragingly up at her friend since school, patting his shoulder one more time before she moved to join the others in the kitchenette.
Nathaniel sighed, shoulders slumped in defeat, "Maybe Rose is right, maybe I shouldn't give up, not until I at least before I try to act," he frowned, noticing his lack of efforts in pursuing Marinette, "If only I can be like SuperNathan and be more brave…" he shook his head, running a hand through his hair before grabbing his empty mug from his work desk and following the scent of coffee from the kitchen.
Nathaniel packed his bag, spotting his half full coffee canister on his desk before grabbing it and making a beeline for the door, "Shoot, I'll be late," he checked his watch, annoyed at himself.
He still had twenty minutes, he should be fine with a power walk.
Suddenly, Marinette's voice caused him to freeze on the spot, and he wondered if that effect would ever go away someday, "Wait! I need to go too!" he watched her frantically grab for the sketchbook at her desk before racing towards him. They both hastily waved to Juleka and Rose before exiting the studio.
Nathaniel rose an eyebrow, "Wait, you have lectures today?" he didn't remember her having any lectures to attend today, not that he kept track of her schedule or anything…
Marinette smiled, "I decided to go to your lecture!" she looked a bit unsure but hopeful when she looked up at him, "If that's okay, professor?"
The way she addressed him as 'professor' made his heart skip a beat and he was sweating underneath his dress shirt as he tugged at his collar, "Breathe, keep it cool, it's Marinette, you know her, you know her, it's alright,"
It took him a second to realize he still didn't answer her, "O-oh, yes, well, only if you want to of course," he coughed into his hand. "Way to go, 'professor'," he frowned at himself.
Marinette noted the frown on his face, "Um, are you sure? I don't want to intrude or disturb your lecture," was he angry because she would distract him? Or would his students think he would favor her because they were friends? She definitely didn't want to make him look bad in front of his students.
Nathaniel violently shook his head, nearly colliding with a lamp post during their brisk walk on the pavement, "What? No, no, no of course not, feel free to come to my lectures whenever you like! We always have free seats!"
It wasn't even an expression, art lectures always had free seats, not many people could be found with the talent to enroll and survive art universities, not to mention those who are good enough to make a living from creating art alone without having to get a job on the side. Still, Nathaniel counted himself under lucky stars for having not only talented, but motivated students in his courses, perhaps it was his own passion in his lectures that transferred over to them or simply the effort he put into making topics like art history interesting to keep them invested in the cause.
Fifteen minutes.
Nathaniel's pace quickened and Marinette easily kept up, not wanting to arrive late either, "I can't remember the last time I was in one of your lectures, I bet you are just as good as I remember you from last time," she grinned innocently up at him and Nathaniel had the inkling feeling like he would need to carry a defibrillator with him at all times from now on if he wanted any chances of surviving his next heart attacks he knew would come the longer he spent time with Marinette.
It sounded funny, even to his own ears, but she was his…cause for heart attacks? Disturbance? Health problem?
Nathaniel scrunched his nose, that didn't sound romantic or positive at all.
Discreetly, making sure to hide the display from Marinette's view, Nathaniel quickly typed in his Notes.
"Search romantic terms for 'heart attack cause', 'disease'"
"Oh someone texting you?" Nathaniel nearly dropped his phone from the nervous sweat that began accumulating in his hand the second he heard Marinette's voice speak.
He pocketed his phone and quickly cleared his throat, "Ah, just wrote something down. I remembered one of my colleagues said something to me about tomorrow's lectures…"
The only positive thing, if one could call it that, Nathaniel could name from his years of bullying in elementary all the way to his senior years of high school would be it made him a better liar. There had often been situations where white lies were the key to getting out of uncomfortable situations, so it made him an expert in that department.
He still wasn't sure whether or not he was proud of that fact.
Still, he couldn't deny it didn't help sometimes. He looked down at Marinette, smiling, "I'm not sure if today's topic will really peak your interest…" he scratched the back of his neck, feeling like a shy, insecure teenager all over again.
He knew Marinette thought him to be a good professor, but he was always afraid of screwing up whenever her eyes were on him, a fact unknown to her, simply because he didn't want to give her any sort of guilty feelings for his own insecurities.
The dark-haired woman winked at him reassuringly and Nathaniel felt one part of his brain turn to mush, the technical part, the part he would need soon to think rationally, "Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be completely fine, I know you have a knack for making even the most boring things interesting. I bet you could talk about rocks all day and by the end of it, we would be talking about all the great statues the Greeks and Romans had made in the past and their significance in their culture and religion," she giggled, playfully bumping her shoulder against his and Nathaniel's heart quickened its pace.
"Definitely need that defibrillator…and maybe a pack of calming pills or two," he looked at the soft, encouraging smile on Marinette and took a deep breath, "…make that three,"
He seriously questioned how he would survive the day.
Adrien banged on the door to the men's bathroom irritably, his foot tapping against the floor, "Plagg! What in the world is taking you so long? You've been in there for a solid hour!"
A disgruntled voice from the other side answered weakly, "I think the camembert I ate earlier was bad…"
Adrien's eye twitched, "But camembert is supposed to be bad!" the model threw his arms up in the air in frustration, "You know what? That's it! I will contact my nutritionist and get you an appointment, he will set you straight," Adrien took out his own, scrolling through his contacts list as he ignored Plagg's drawled out whines.
"Nooo Adrien, camembert is the only thing in my life, besides Tikki, that I can't live withouuuutt. Don't take my preciousness away from meeeee!" Adrien rolled his eyes at his friend's dramatics, stepping away from the door the moment the man started grumbling again and not to whine at him.
After a few short messages, the appointment was done and Adrien shouted from a few feet away toward the bathroom door, "It's done! Your appointment starts at six on Monday!"
"Nooooooo!" Plagg's whines faded into the background when Adrien sneaked back into the kitchen.
It was almost opening time, a few customers could always come a bit early to order something, he didn't want to risk the chance of being spotted.
He ran into Miss Cesaire, or Marlena as she insisted he called her, on his way back to the VA room. She smiled up at him and he bowed to her with a charming, genuine smile, "Good morning to you Miss Cesaire,"
The older woman laughed and patted his shoulder kindly, looking up at him in amusement when he straightened, "Good morning to you too Adrien," she looked behind him, raising an eyebrow, "Where did that grumpy man go? I have his cheese delivery all set for the day,"
Adrien scratched the back of his neck, "Uh…he had some…technical problems to take care of first," he grinned sheepishly, and Miss Cesaire got the hint when he motioned toward the general direction of the men's bathroom.
She rolled her eyes, "That man, I told him too much cheese is not good for his metabolism." She briefly moved toward the stove to hand Adrien a packed box with a sweet smile, "This is for you sweetie, I know you're all cooped up in that smelly old room, all you eat is dry food so I made a little something that I'm sure your nutritionist won't mind you eat," she winked at him with a motherly smile.
Adrien's heart warmed at the thoughtful gesture and enveloped the older woman in a brief, one armed hug, "Thank you Miss Cesair-"
She waved her finger at him disapprovingly, "Ah, ah, ah, Marlena to you dear," she grinned and pinched his cheek, "Ah, look at you! I bet the girls can barely keep their hands off you, can they?" she laughed, knowing his modelling career full well, she did use to cook for his father after all.
Adrien shrugged, "Sometimes," he perked up when he heard the door to the bathroom open, "Ugh, finally. I'd hate to go in now that, that bottomless pit has been in there, but unless I want to dry out the plants, I have no choice," he delicately set his packed lunch on the clear metal surface before bowing again to Miss Cesaire, "Thank you again for the meal, Marlena," he grinned boyishly and sped off in the direction towards the men's bathroom.
She giggled when she heard Plagg's shout of irritation, before the man himself grumpily walked into the kitchen area, looking a bit pale, a bit worn out.
Marlena fixed him with a smug look, "The cheese?"
Plagg groaned, "The cheese," despite his state, he spotted the packed lunch sitting on the cooking surface and his hands made a grab toward it, "Food-"
Marlena slapped his fingers away, "That's for Adrien!" she admonished with a frown, the younger man frowning in displeasure.
Plagg hissed, "The kid has a nutritionist who takes care of him. Why don't you cook me lunch?" he whined and Marlena rolled her eyes.
"Because you're an adult man who can cook something for himself," she turned around and headed towards the fridge.
Plagg groaned again, "But Adrien is an adult too!"
Marlena shouted back, "But a sweet one!"
Plagg scoffed, "…Witch,"
"What was that?"
Plagg coughed violently into his hand, "I-ITCH! I HAVE AN ITCH!" he scratched his back violently for emphasis and Marlena, while approaching him from wherever she went, gave him an odd, suspicious look.
She held out a wrapped, rectangular box to him, which looked quite tall, "Here, this will keep you from killing us with your atomic litter box,"
Plagg resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at her as he accepted the gift, "…Chee-"
"No! Something much better," she patted his messy black hair like a kid, "You will be begging me to make it again and never look at camembert," she grinned playfully.
Plagg huffed, "Doubt it," he nodded toward the lunch, "But thanks anyway, Marlena, you may be a spitfire but you're an angel of a spitfire,"
The mother of three wasn't sure if she was supposed to feel flattered or insulted by the poor attempt of a compliment from Plagg, but nevertheless she knew whatever form of praise from that man was genuine praise.
"And you're a lazy blob of cheese which doesn't need to age any more to stink as much," she smirked at his flabbergasted expression, and giggled when his mouth tried to form words but no sounds came out.
Their banter was short lived by the arrival of Adrien, who rose an eyebrow at the silent exchange between the two, grabbing his lunch box from where he left it, "Plagg didn't insult you again did he Marlena?"
The chef smiled, "No, but I think I did," she laughed on her way toward her team of chefs already waiting for her at the back, smiling when she heard Plagg spluttering to make a comeback but ultimately failing as Adrien led him away before the restaurant officially opened.
Their trip back to the room was peaceful enough, until Adrien asked, "So, what did she say that made you look like the cat got your tongue?"
Plagg's expression morphed into annoyed fury, "That…that…witch!"
It was funny, despite Plagg sometimes being rude and knowing to possess a repertoire of colorful words, he always, always used very mild terms for Marlena if she ever annoyed or angered him, the worst of which was the term 'witch'. Farther than that he would not allow himself to go, which was more than alright with Adrien, who would either lock his cheese stash away or kick him out if that were to happen.
Adrien chuckled, "Did she complain about your cheese breath?"
Plagg fixed him with an annoyed look as they opened the door to their room, "I'll take it back, you're the witch," Adrien laughed after closing and locking the door behind them, both going to their respective chairs and setting about to opening their food.
It was still early, but neither Plagg nor Adrien had had the time to eat, so this was their…brunch.
Adrien smiled at his lunch, a carefully put together meal of separated fruits, richly filled sandwiches and a small milk container with a separate plastic bowl filled with cereal next to it.
It was a school lunch box.
He suddenly felt like a kid again, at least the times his mother used to make him such lunchboxes and it warmed and pained his heart at the same time.
Plagg unusually stilled on the opposite side and Adrien looked over to see what the cause of it was.
He was as still as a statue, eyes glued to the unwrapped container sitting on his desk next to the keyboard, and curiosity got the better of Adrien as he rolled his chair over to see what was in his lunch box.
It was divided into three parts.
The first container had an assortment of fruits, all fresh no doubt as he knew Marlena.
The second one had cooked vegetables with a delicious smelling sauce covering them.
The third had an arsenal of colorful-looking pills filling the space of the box, a note stuck to the top reading, "Vitamins – eat or die"
Adrien burst out laughing, twirling around in his swiveling chair as Plagg remained unmoving on his seat until he roared, "THAT WITCH!"
Needless to say, today would be a good day.
Today was a good day.
Miraculously, they didn't come late to the lecture, Nathaniel even had spare five minutes to prepare.
His lecture room was filled with his regulars already, a few faces he sometimes saw here and there. The only really "new" face was Marinette's, who, while a student herself, looked a bit out of place among his own students, not in a bad way necessarily, but different.
Maybe it was because none of his other students had the power to give him heart attacks just by looking or smiling his way.
She was smiling at him.
Nathaniel swallowed and smiled back wobbly.
She waved discreetly, and his legs nearly gave out from under him.
"Control yourself, damn it. You're a grown man, a professor, you have students to teach!" gathering his fragile courage, Nathaniel collected the stack of papers he had printed out the last day and handed them out to his students, trying to not get distracted by the excited look on Marinette's face.
"Good morning, everyone,"
His greetings were returned, some more motivated than others and Nathaniel had to chuckle at hearing a few tired drawls among them, "Yeah, you're not the only ones tired," he stifled a yawn and most of his students chuckled.
He rolled his shoulders and started up the projector, grabbing the remote to show the appropriate slides, he felt his courage returning again as he focused on the things he knew best; art. The carefully crafted courage he got from working as a professor for a few years did wonders to his daily interactions, he even managed to socialize normally with his other colleagues, despite his past social introversion.
While he explained the details of modern art and comparing artist's inspirations with past art like from the times of Greeks and Romans, as well as Egyptian art, his gaze caught Marinette's, who, much to his amazement, seemed to absorb everything like a sponge and even take notes, despite not having to.
His heart skipped a beat and he didn't even notice he cut his own words off.
A student of his, Alix, raised her arm, a confused look on her face, "Uh…what did you want to say professor?"
Nathaniel blinked at her stupidly, "Huh?"
The pink haired woman pointed at the slide, "You were saying something about the Greek statues influencing Greek culture and being implemented into other nations' cultures through famous artists like…?"
Nathaniel's eyes flew open before he straightened his posture and pressed the button for the slide to continue, showing an array of pictures of old but famous artistic legends, "Uh, right, yes, thank you Alix!" he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Yes…artists, what I was saying…"
His students laughed, not to chide him or scorn him, but out of amusement at his antics and Nathaniel learned long ago how to differentiate between being laughed at or when somebody laughed with you.
He chuckled at himself, shaking his head, "I guess that extra cup of coffee didn't sit well with me, perhaps I should switch to tea again," he pressed the button again, the image showing a teapot, stylized with Greek influenced figures, "Oops, sorry, nothing to tea here,"
He didn't empathize the pun, but his students were smart, figuring out the joke and laughing genuinely at his attempt at a joke. Among the giggles and chuckles, he recognized one especially.
It was Marinette's.
His cheeks darkened when he noticed she was giggling too, giving him a 'thumbs up' and an encouraging, friendly wink.
Nathaniel tugged at the collar of his shirt and opened the first button to let the air cool him.
Today would be an eventful day.
Marinette was so excited to be sitting among Nathaniel's students, only a few recognized her, the regulars, and she tried her best not to talk while Nathaniel was explaining up front, but she couldn't resist when Alix turned to her with a smirk and a whispered, "So, you and the professor?"
Marinette occasionally watched Alix skate about the campus, they were acquaintances and to her knowledge, understood each-other fairly well when they talked on occasion. She also knew Alix loved to sometimes tease Nathaniel, in a purely sisterly-brotherly type of way, and she knew the question wasn't meant to be taken too seriously.
Still, Marinette wasn't taking any chances, as she whispered back, "No, I just visited as a friend," she smiled when Alix shot her a understanding, soft smile, showing she meant no ill intentions with her joking question and Marinette giggled and discreetly slipped her macaron into her hand when Nathaniel wasn't looking, earning an appreciative glance from the pink haired woman in return.
Being a student in Nathaniel's lecture was like admiring art. You could see or learn things you didn't before, despite still looking at the same picture, just with a bit more background info than before. It was amazing how much artistic knowledge Nathaniel had so much to answer even difficult questions in a heartbeat without looking at his notes once.
Marinette knew enough professors to know years of dedication and genuine interest in the taught subject were needed to achieve such a feat and she had a broader spectrum of respect for Nathaniel's professor side shining through the longer the lecture went.
Marinette, in-between jotting down notes and listening to Nathaniel attentively, briefly wondered what sort of professor Chat Noir was.
Was he the joking type to throw in puns? What subject did he teach again? Did she ask him that? She didn't think she did. She quickly scribbled a small reminder at the corner of her page, marking it as 'Chat's corner' to ask him later. Could he be the split professor? The one that had a joking, easygoing personality outside of work but was actually pretty strict during lectures? Marinette could hardly imagine Chat Noir to be very strict, but then again, all she knew was him in the stuffed toy suit.
Marinette had to stifle a giggle with her hand at the thought, wishing he would reveal his other job to his students and that she was present when they bombarded him with questions about why in the world their high esteemed professor was playing a stuffed cat in his free time.
More silent giggles erupted from Marinette and she desperately tried to stifle them when Nathaniel moved onto the next slide.
Instead, she turned the next page and scribbled down into what she dubbed was her "Chat's corner" from now on.
Ask him about his students & subject he teaches.
Another corner.
His interest in subject & why he chose it.
Soon, in tandem with her new notes on Nathaniel's lecture, her pages' corners were filled with "Chats corner's", enough to last them an entire hour worth of conversation once she went to dine again at the restaurant.
After the lecture, with Marinette waiting outside while Nathaniel talked to a group of his students for their next assignment, she absentmindedly looked at cat memes on her phone until somebody bumped into her shoulder.
"Oh, purrdone me," a deep voice apologized, and Marinette looked up from her phone to apologize instinctively back, despite having done nothing wrong.
A man a head taller than her, a professor judging from the stacks of paperwork in his arms, his slightly tanned arms, arms that didn't look like they skipped any visits to the gym, and dark leather bag at his side, his messy dark bangs were falling into stark blue eyes, mirth dancing in the blue depths at her stunned silence-
Wait what?
Was that a-
"-pun…"
She couldn't believe it.
A cat pun no less!
And the guy looked so smug!
Could it…could it be…was he?
"Miss?" he leaned down to be at eye level with her, "Cat got your tongue?" he grinned, flashing pearly whites which contrasted with his slightly tan skin tone, probably from sunbathing.
Her brain short-circuited.
Now the man looked slightly concerned, "Hey, miss did I-"
Marinette finally snapped to attention, "I-I'm sorry!" she squeaked out, "I, uh, I'm sorry I thought you were a good friend of mine for a second, I-" she smiled sheepishly until he chuckled.
"Oh really? Maybe I am," he winked and for a crazy second, Marinette imagined cat ears atop his head.
Stop it!
Marinette shook her head, "Uh, I'm sorry, I think I mistook your for…for someone?" now that she was beginning to think, Chat Noir surely wouldn't indicate directly that it was him, since they were in a place filled with people, people he surely didn't want to know of his identity.
He would be discreet, maybe even act a little clueless.
But he made cat puns and had that stupid smirk, the same smirk she imagined on Chat Noir, and he even almost fit her imaginary description to a 'T'…
Marinette smirked, looking at smugly at the man, "Well, my pawult, I suppose I didn't get enough sleep, maybe a little cat nap will do," she giggled mentally, eager to see his reaction, Chat Noir's reaction.
The man grinned again, obviously amused, she couldn't believe Chat would be that amused by her use of puns, then again he did always sound excited when she used them occasionally, "Ahh, a lady of culture I see." He briefly looked at the mass of people surrounding them, before tucking his papers beneath his arm and holding out his free hand, "I'm Erik, by the way," he smiled down at her charmingly.
Marinette smiled, shaking hands with him. "So, Erik was his real name?" she had expected more of a name with 'A' or something similar, but who was she to judge.
She smiled kindly back up at him, "I'm Marinette, nice to meet you,"
He grinned like a Cheshire cat, "Don't you mean meowt you?" she giggled.
"Right, meowt," she smiled, feeling immensely glad to have finally found Chat Noir, the real him, in such a short time. She had only been wondering yesterday about meeting him at campus and now she actually was!
Chat Noir- Erik- looked around again and smiled, "What do you say we go out for a cup of coffee, Marinette?" he flashed that smile again and she had to admit, it did remind her of a trickster cat a bit.
Marinette smiled and nodded, "Sure thing, kitty,"
SUSPENSE! Hope you enjoyed it everyone! Thank you for reading! :)
