Marinette had seen this boy before.

Blond, swooshy hair paired with gorgeous green eyes. His skin had been touched by the gods; just enough to be glowing but not enough to look like a carrot. He was working intently on something (taxes? rocket science? the Magma Carta for ant colony? it didn't matter) while his perfect teeth nibbled on a multicolored pencil. And those lips! When Marinette watched him mouth aimless words she didn't think there was anything more perfect. This man was a flawless work of art.

And yet so familiar. As she wiped the spit off her mouth, Marinette couldn't stop thinking she knew this boy. Marinette wasn't sure if it was his golden locks or perfect skin, but she had definitely seen him before.

"Hey, Alya. Come here," Marinette called. She slumped on the café counter, her head resting in her hands. She was certain flour was rubbing onto her face, but she didn't care. Her eyes narrowed, calculating possible explanations for this pretty boy.

Her trance was broken, however, when she felt Alya whip her with a rag. "Girl, I've been cleaning the back all by myself. What are you doing?"

"Do you see that boy over there?" Marinette's eyes remained fixed on God's perfect creation.

Alya searched the lobby, "The blond hunk at table twelve?"

Marinette nodded, "Doesn't he look familiar?"

The friend tilted her head, examining the boy in front of them. "Yeah," her eyes squinted, "Who is that guy?" Alya rested her arm of the display case, and slowly slide down its side. Soon, she was leaning as well, studying their mystery boy.

"Is he in our chemistry class?" Alya asked.

"There is no way he goes to school with us. No one that pretty goes to Françoise Dupont."

"Maybe he's a just regular?"
Marinette snorted, "Oh, I would know if he was a regular."

Alya eyed her friend inquisitively but then focused back on the blond. "Thirsty," she murmured.

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

Marinette shoved her friend, flour caking onto Alya apron. She could feel her face get warm, "You're unbelievable."

"Look," Alya held up her hands in defense, "I wasn't the one drooling over a customer."

"We're drooling over customers?"

Marinette snorted and Alya rolled her eyes, both already aware that the speaker was their friend Nino.

Alya gestured with her rag towards the handsome babe, "We're playing 'Guess that Hotty.'"

Nino turned his head and immediately his jaw went slack. "Damn, that is one beautiful man."

Marinette groaned, "But who is he?"

"His jawline is exquisite," the boy remarked.

"He looks very familiar," Alya reminded him.

"Are you seeing the bone structure?"

"NINO!"

The boy jumped, "Right, sorry. Focusing... now."

And just like that, three teenagers spent an uncomfortable amount of time staring at the clear-skinned fox. The group cocked their heads and rattled their brains, but no solutions were found.

"The library?" Nino asked.

Alya snorted, "When do we ever go to the library?"

"Good point, good point."

The investigation was only interrupted when Marinette's father came to the storefront to restock the counter.

"Girls!" Tom exclaimed, "Do I pay you to just stand around?"

Marinette waved a hand, dismissing his concern, "Look at table twelve."

Tom Dupain's eyes scanned the booths and tables until they rested on the green-eyed tempter. "Good gravy, is that what teenagers look like now?"

"But doesn't he look like someone we know?"

Tom frowned, considering the boy in question before he shouted, "SABINE!"

After the wife appeared and the subject was further discussed, there was no disagreement: this boy was someone and no one was leaving until the figured it out.

Now, it is one thing to have two pretty girls staring at you, but five employees are quite another. Adrien came to this café for a quiet place to study, but it became hard for the boy to ignore several people watching his every move. He began to quickly pack up his belongings, hoping to escape this crazy establishment.

Adrien watched as the workers collectively bickered before sending a large adult male to his table. The boy, terrified for his survival, attempted to sneak under the table, but the alarmingly tall baker blocked every exit. Slowly, the boy climbed back into his seat before smiling. "Hello, sir. Can I help you?"

"Hello, young boy!" the man's voice was booming and cheerful, which made things slightly more terrifying. "My daughter and her friends couldn't help but notice you are quite an attractive fellow, and my team seems to think you look very familiar. I know this is slightly inappropriate, but we were wondering if you participated in any local yoga classes... or even competitive quilting."

The boy, after carefully processing, smiled, and said, "Oh, I'm Adrien Agreste."

An eruption of sighs was audible from the other side of the restaurant, and Adrien watched as money was being passed around between the workers.

"The model?" the man's face was beaming, and Adrien couldn't help but smile in return.

"Yeah, I worked for my father's company when I was younger, but now in school." Adrien picked up his empty plate and gesture it towards the baker, "You make very good food."

The baker's eyes widened, "Oh, thank you so much! This batch of macarons was actually made by my daughter." He pointed at the paler girl at the counter. Adrien lightly waved, and she ducked behind the display case. The man leaned down by Adrien and whispered in his ear, "She's single, just so you know."

Heat tickled the boy's face, and he coughed, "Good to know, sir."

The man smiled awkwardly for a moment (a very long moment that made Adrien extremely uncomfortable) and then held up a single finger, "One moment." Adrien watched as the baker shuffled to his counter. He frowned while watching assorted goods being ushered into a paper bag. Adrien was starting to sweat, Is this a drug deal?

Suddenly, the man yelled, "Marinette!" and his daughter popped up from her hiding place. The bag was dropped in her hands, and she was shoved over to his table. Red-faced, eyes on the ground, the girl quickly walked over to Adrien.

"My dad wanted me to give you this," she gently placed the bag onto his table. "It's a sampler of our best-sellers... to apologize for all of staring at you."

Adrien smiled, nudging the bag, "Oh, it's really no issue. It happens a lot."

"Oh, no. We insist," she shook her head. She started mumbling, "Besides, you need to come back and tell me your favorite."

"Oh really?" Adrien raised an eyebrow.

The girl's eyes widened, red taking over her face. "I mean- if you want- you don't have to- I was just-"

Her babbles were interrupted by Adrien erupting into laughter, "I would love to try your food. I'll be back next week."

The boy collected his things left table twelve. With another sly wave, Adrien slipped out of the restaurant, leaving Marinette's mouth ajar. Her mind was running in circles with possible treats and new outfits, but there was one thought at the center.

She needed to be working next Thursday.