Secret Agent AU. All she wanted was a goddamn vacation.

Marinette knew as soon as they walked into the restaurant that something was wrong.

Luka, bless him, thought her mid-doorway stop was due to discomfort and squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"You're beautiful anywhere."

She smiled, absently, but continued scanning their elegant surroundings. Clinking glasses, low conversation, and soft piano music filtered throughout the restaurant. Men and women dressed to the nines, candles flickering in the dim light, and a small booth for two, in the back like she liked.

Something was very wrong.

"I think we should–"

"Table for two?"

Luka smiled and tugged her forwards after the maître de. Marinette studied the room, humming her thanks as they were handed menus and told their waiter would be with them shortly.

"Do you not like it here?"

Her eyes snapped back to her date who was watching her with concern. "If it's too fancy we can go somewhere else."

"It's lovely," She said, flashing him her best smile.

Luka returned it with a grin of his own and brought her hand to his lips. "You're lovely."

Her knuckles tingled as she pulled away and Marinette did her best to stamp down the anxious something that pricked the back of her mind.

She needed to relax.

Three years without a break and it was like she had forgotten what it was like to just… be. God knows she hadn't flown halfway around the world to worry about work.

She was on vacation dammit. No one knew she was even here.

"And what can I get started for the lovely couple?"

Son of a bitch.

The waiter's gleeful green eyes flashed dangerously at her giving him away despite his demure smile.

That goddamn, sneaking cat .

Marinette swallowed down her scream.

Luka closed his menu and passed it over. "Could we get started with a bottle of your best Montrachet?"

The blonde raised a skeptical brow and looked towards her. "Is that what the lady wants?"

She bit back her scowl at his soft emphasis on lady. "That's fine."

Their waiter shot her a disbelieving look before retreating to the bar. She looked back towards her date and his frown.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

She was so not fine.

She'd told him. She'd told him that under no uncertain terms was he to disturb her over these next few weeks.

And what does he do?

"Et Voila. A bottle of Montrachet for the gentleman. And a glass of our finest Pinot Noir for the lady."

Marinette pursed her lips as she took the glass not bothering to suppress her glare. This meddlesome, curious, stalking stray.

He met her angry eyes head on.

What are you going to do about it, Buginette?

She started to take a sip from the glass when Luka stayed her hand.

"I'm sorry sir but we ordered the Montrachet. We're not paying for the red."

"It's on the house then," He smiled, the expression not at all friendly. "Whatever the lady wants."

Her date looked between them in confusion.

"Am I missing something?"

Marinette rubbed her temples, feeling the telltale signs of a headache coming on.

God help her she did not sign up for a pissing contest today.

"Luka, Adrien. Adrien, Luka." She shot Adrien a look. "Can we get back to dinner now?"

Her date wasn't to be deterred. "And he is…?"

She sighed. She was too sober for this shit.

"My ex." She snapped.

Or at least he will be when I get my hands on him.

Luka frowned, glancing back towards the handsome blonde. "Boyfriend?"

Adrien flashed a gleaming grin. "Partner."

"Oh?" A biting edge slipped into Luka's voice and he leaned forward to take her hand in his. "How… interesting."

It wasn't. It really, really wasn't.

Marinette grabbed her wine glass and took a healthy swallow.

All she wanted was a goddamn vacation.