Adrien stood in front of the bakery door for longer than was likely socially acceptable. He was nervous. Scratch that, he was extremely nervous. His palms were sweaty and his heart felt like it was going a mile a minute.

He felt foolish. But in all fairness, it was his first date.

Sure, he had dated other models before for the sake of appearances but none of it was ever real. He never felt a thing for any of those girls, especially since he had already given his heart to Ladybug.

And after years of pining, here he was, standing at her door, too nervous to even knock.

Unbeknownst to him, the owners of the bakery had been watching him since he arrived, milling about the shop and wondering if the boy would ever bring up the courage to move another step. They were grinning silly grins, already liking the impression he placed upon them as someone who was just as anxious as their daughter was.

In fact, Adrien had been so anxious, he had dressed in a suit. The only thing worse than being overdressed is to be underdressed. It was something that his father always told him, and something, he realized, he really took to heart.

This was too much. He was too over dressed. Marinette would take one look at him and be scared off by his intensity.

Taking a deep and heavy breath, Adrien reached for the door and pushed it open.

Marinette didn't know what to wear on her first date. She didn't know what people wore on dates. She'd never been on a date!

Spending years crushing on Adrien meant that she didn't see much of anyone else. There was no one else to consider!

Piles of clothes grew on her floor as she spent the better part of an hour trying to find something suitable to wear for a date with the love of her life. A shirt and skirt combo was too casual and he might think that she didn't care. The thought that he might think her indifferent was too mortifying to consider.

They were headed out to eat, but she had no idea where he wanted to go. It was possible that they might end up in one of Paris' most high-end restaurants and she would look the fool in a skirt and tee.

Finally calming herself down enough to think (with the help of her ever loving kwami), Marinette settled on a bright red dress with an A-line skirt. It was a simple piece that looked somewhat dressy, but not too over the top.

Her body tensed when she heard the distinctive sound of the bell from the front door of the bakery down below. She knew the sound too well, and recognized it without a second thought. Heart pounding, she rushed to get her make-up done, having not yet started on the process. Her suspicions of Adrien's arrival were confirmed when she heard her mother's voice from down the way.

This only worsened her panic.

Adrien quickly learned that Marinette's parents were more than kind. There were no attempts to intimidate him or warn him about the punishments that came along with harming their daughter. They simply trusted him. He couldn't discern why, but they did.

He had met them before, on the occasions he had come over to play videogames, but hadn't had much time to sit down and have conversations with them. Unfortunately, they did not get the opportunity to talk for very long.

Adrien could hear the frantic steps that came to a slow when they neared. From the doorway, he tried his best not to gawk at the lovely girl that came into view.

With a quick reminder to be back at a reasonable time, and a couple of embarrassing photos to commemorate Marinette's first date, they were off.

For a while, they walked in silence, not sure of what to say.

"You look beautiful," Adrien commented. Marinette blushed violently.

"Thank you," she replied.

More silence followed.

"So, where are we going?" Marinette asked, doing her best to renew the conversation. She wished she had more to say to him. It was that she was scared or nervous, but she couldn't stop thinking about how Adrien was Chat Noir. Not to mention that this was their first time out together after that little reveal.

"Uhm, well I was thinking that we could go to this small café I found a few weeks ago…" Adrien said uncertainly, rubbing at the back of his neck. Marinette was taken aback by how simple and casual his idea had been. She panicked. "Though," Adrien continued, "I think we're just a bit over-dressed." She looked down at her own attire, and then over to Adrien's and her panic immediately dissipated. She did little to hold back her laughter.

"It sounds lovely!" she exclaimed, deciding to put everything aside. They both looked absolutely ridiculous. Regardless, looking at him made her feel more at ease than anything, especially knowing that he was just as nervous as she was. Adrien's face glowed red as he joined her contagious laughter. She grinned something fierce, and the heat of the moment, slipped her fingers between his. Adrien's heart nearly stopped at the sensation but a part of him was elated at her forwardness. "Lead the way."