A favor only you can do

Adrien hurriedly finished writing the letter with a flourish before folding it up and taking off through the front doors. He had half an hour before he had to be at the train station, and he had already gotten Nathalie's permission to run a quick errand before hand while she took his luggage up to the station.

He slid into the back seat of the waiting car and told his driver the address. His hands were slightly sweaty as he watched the city pass by outside his window. Too soon the car was slowing and he could see the Dupain-Cheng Patisserie.

He took a deep breath and looked down at the letter in his hands, questioning himself one last time of whether or not this was a good idea.

When he couldn't come up with a pro of never giving her this letter, never telling her how he feels, he opened the door and calmly walked up to the door. He opened it and walked in, greeted by the sweet smell of the pastries and sweet smile of Marinette's mother.

"Hello, Madame Cheng," he greeted, "Is Marinette here?"

She gave him a knowing smile, and he gulped. "No, dear. She's out with Alya now." Noticing the letter in his hands like the sharp woman she was, she asked, "Would you like me to give it to her when she gets back?"

"Uhm… Yes, please." He said, slightly downtrodden as he stepped forward and passed it over. "Thank you, Madame Cheng. Have a good day." And with that he was back out the door and in the car again. It had already taken off as soon as his seat belt was buckled.

He hoped Marinette didn't hate him after this.

When Marinette got home she was immediately met with her smiling mother and a letter. She gave her mom a suspicious look as she carefully took it, not trusting her mother's almost evil smile. She took it up to her room and set her purse on her desk, letting Tikki out and feeding her a cookie before she plopped down on her chaise to read it.

"OH MY GOD!"

Downstairs, Sabine Cheng giggled to herself, excited at the new prospect of her daughter's relationship with Adrien Agreste.

Upstairs, Marinette Dupain-Cheng was grilling her kwami.

"He likes me?! Likes me, likes me?! HE LIKES ME!" She shrieked and rolled off her bed with a thump, staring at the ceiling with the note held tightly to her chest.

Tikki flew into her charge's view, worried at her glazed over happy expression.

"Marinette…?" she asked, trailing off when the bluenetter didn't respond. The small red kwami sighed. "He broke my charge. I'm going to have to have words with Plagg; Again."

The following Monday morning Marinette was a mess. When Alya asked her what had happened she had only been able to emit a few squeaks and gurgly sounds. And when Adrien had walked over to them, his face slightly pink and his hand rubbing the back of his neck, Alya knew something was up.

"H-Hey, Marinette…" Adrien greeted.

Said girl made another gurgling noise, thrusting out a piece of paper to him.

He raised an eyebrow and took it from her, reading it over before looking at her with wide, hopeful, green eyes.

"Really?" Before she could answer he swept her up in a hug, spinning her around. She squeaked but didn't complain.

Alya got plenty of pictures.