"Keep up, Princess!" Chat Noir said as started running backwards now. "Only five hundred more metres to go until the next checkpoint. Then we can have a break." He spun back around and picked up to a serious jogging pace.

Marinette kept an eye fixed on her personal trainer. He was extremely keen to help her out once again, and she gladly took his help. Running in the early morning was her way of exercising with little to no effort on her behalf, but now that she had Chat to push her even further, it became more and more enjoyable. Usually, she did only half an hour of running then gave up when she got tired. Now, the incentive of Chat Noir's assistance was too great.

They ran down along the Seine. Side by side, the two jogged under bridges and passed couples taking a stroll by the river. Chat Noir wasn't wearing his complete suit of leather armour this morning. Instead, he had the legs and torso removed. But the ears and the mask remained, along with two sports black leather gloves and a pair of sleek sporty boots. Alternatively, instead of the armour, he wore a classy sleeveless green tank top with grey shorts, an outfit hat distracted Marinette once in a while. She gave a quick glance over his bouncing muscles.

"Mari? You good?" Chat Noir said breathing laboriously through the heavy foot falls. She snapped her vision back to straight ahead and nodded vigorously with a blush. "Great, because just up ahead is the second last check point. Let's stop there and grab a breath."

The eased up on the running and slowed to a stop. Marinette walked around, and Chat fished out two bottles from a small backpack. Once they had their heart rates down, they took to rest up by the wall.

Marinette was really happy with what she had going. A lovely and handsome Personal Trainer that took her on runs every morning, along with an extra benefit of exercising without suspicion from either her Parents or Alya, it was too good to be true.

"Umm... Marinette, we need to have a talk," Chat Noir said as she slowly stood up and paced a few steps away from the wall. Marinette's face curled into confusion.

"What's wrong, Chat?"

He turned around and took a deep breath before continuing. He gestured between himself and Marinette and said probably the last thing Marinette wanted to hear. "We have to do more than just running."

Her whole world shattered.

Never had she done anything other than completing her Ladybug activities and taking a run every morning. He probably wanted to do some serious exercising, stuff that could only dream of doing. Her eye twitched when she thought of the prospect of doing push ups, sit ups, weight training, diet regulation, ab crunches, cardio, and anything but running.

She coughed into her fist and smiled up at her PT. "Can't we stick to running? I get a majority of my needs from it, and it's easy!"

He gave her a dejected look and raised his brow in sarcasm.

"Please!" she begged Chat Noir, literally falling forward on hand and knees and pleading with the hero. "I want our relationship to stay where it is; calm, cool, collected. Please be my Personal Trainer and just support me in my running, nothing else! Please, I only want to run in the morning with you! That's all I want!" She bowed low and prostrated herself to Chat Noir, muttering 'please, please, please' over and over again.

He dropped down to one knee and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, she wore a face that implored they stay at the same level of exercising.

He gave a light sigh and gestured once again to the space between them. "This... isn't working out."