I opened my gym locker and quickly took off my fencing uniform. I folded them messily before stuffing them in the locker and grabbing my regular day clothes. I looked at the time on my phone, 6:00 P.M, perfect. Marinette should be home by now. I put on my white button up shirt over my favorite t-shirt, I looked at the small mirror I keep in the locker and fix my hair that had been flattened by the fencing helmet.

"Making sure you look good before your date?" Plagg asked. He flew next to my ear, but of course I couldn't see his reflection in the mirror, a useful kwami trick.

"It's not a date Plagg." I said before closing my locker. I couldn't stop the small smile that formed across my face though. I had been visiting Marinette a for a few weeks already. It's not something I had planned after the first visit, but after the second visit I couldn't stop.

I was patrolling the city after a long day of being Adrien Agreste. My patrol hours had been getting longer since the fight with Hawkmoth. I still didn't know what he was planning, but I searched all over for clues. So far nothing.

I stopped on top of a building to rest, I stretched my arms and let out a yawn. The long hours of looking for clues had been messing with my daily schedule as Adrien. I was almost slipping from the perfect A in one of my classes, I scolded myself to study for the make up test I planned to take in a few days before my father found out. I was about to go home before I saw a light turn on in the building across from me. I smiled when I realized which building it was, Dupain – Cheng Bakery.

I jumped across and landed swiftly on Marinette's balcony. Her bedroom light was on and I could see her shadow pacing back and forth. I made my way to her window and saw her pacing back in forth, talking to herself. She looked deep in thought of something. I tapped lightly on her window.

"Ah!" She jumped up from my knock, of course she wasn't expecting company at this hour. I waved shyly at her.

She came to the window and opened it for me. "Chat? What are you doing here?"

"I was patrolling the city tonight and thought I would visit my favorite civilian." I gave her one of my dazzling smiles. Usually this charmed the hell out of every girl I used it on, but Marinette rolled her eyes.

"Well I'm a little busy right now." She looked at her desk that was full of papers and a mannequin body that had on an outfit. She was quiet for a moment, then it looked like an idea popped in her head. "But maybe you can help."

She opened her window wider to let me in. I happily jumped in and landed on her pink bed that was full of throw pillows. She climbed down her bed and made her way to her work. I followed.

"See I have this really important project. Do you know who Jagged Stone is?"

I chuckled, "Do I? Of course, his music is awesome."

"Well he hired me to make him an outfit to wear for his next concert in London." Marinette showed me the loads of designs on her desk.

"Woah, that's great!" I said.

"Yeah, but the problem is I don't think he'll like what I came up with." She crossed her arms and looked over at her work, unsure of it. "Can I have an opinion?"

"Sure." I said. I eagerly looked at her designs, this was the first time I had gotten to see her creations. Marinette was usually so shy with me at school, especially with her designs. I guess being a world-famous fashion designer's son intimidated her.

My eyes widened when I saw what she had come up with. These designs were amazing, almost better then fathers. She had drawn a black velvet crushed shirt with a purple leather jacket with silver beadings from the hem of the jacket to the top of it. The cuffs were designed with silver guitar shaped cuff links. There was a drawing of the back of the jacket that showed Jagged Stone's initials in black Rowen and Royal fonts with a silver outline of the letters.

"This...this is fantastic! It's perfect, he'll love it." I said. I looked at her and saw a wave of relief wash over her.

"Really? Well that's good news. I started working on it already." She moved aside to show me the mannequin that was wearing it.

"Need a hand?" I asked. She smiled and took my hand to place it on a piece of leather.

"Yes, actually." Marinette grabbed a few needles and started sewing the peace I was holding.

"Chat?"

"Yes?"

Marinette didn't look up when she asked me this, "How old are?"

"Hmmm, about your age." I said making sure I held the piece of leather tightly to not mess her up.

"So, what are you going to do when you grow up?"

This question took me by surprise. I never thought of what I would be doing in ten years. I can't be Chat Noir all my life can I? Sooner or later Hawkmoth will be defeated and Paris won't be in danger anymore. I also can't be a model for my father's clothes forever.

"I don't know." I said. "What about you? Is fashion design something you're serious about?"

"Of course, I've been sketching clothes since third grade." She laughed and I laughed with her at the thought of an excited little Marinette showing her parents her first design.

"Well, do you work now?" Marinette asked. Her eyes were focused her sewing of the beads and her fingers moved so quickly I was worried she would prick herself.

I wasn't sure if it would be safe to give her an answer to that without revealing my identity. I smiled and said, "Guess."

"Hmmm," Marinette hummed as she thought. I looked over and her pink lips curled in a smile, for some reason I almost lost my train of thought while looking at that smile.

"Is it a regular job or a fun job?" She asked.

"It can be fun sometimes."

"Does it involve food?"

"Afraid not, I'm not the best cook in the world and hardly know my place around a kitchen." I said, which was true. I usually had a chef cook for me, there was really no reason to go inside our kitchen.

"What about...fashion?" she asked. Marinette grabbed another bead and sewed closer to my arm. I felt the warmth come from her body as our arms touched.

"...Yes." I answered hesitantly.

"Are you a fashion model?" Marinette laughed, she sounded like she was only joking, but I couldn't help but get nervous. I thought quickly of our last visit. Did I leave any clues on who I was? How did she find out?

Woah, Wait, let's play it cool Agreste.

"Are you saying I have the smoldering good looks of a model?" I asked before giving her the flashiest super model smolder ever.

She laughed and dropped her sewing needle. I started laughing with her, Marinette's laugh was oddly contagious. Marinette finally stood up from the angle she was sewing, she picked up her sewing needle and put it back in her small pink box on her desk. "How about we call it a night?"

"Alright then." I was about to stand up from where I was kneeling, but was pulled back down. I looked at what was keeping me on the ground. Marinette must have accidently sewn the bottom of my leather glove to the jacket, because here I was on the grown looking like a chic piece of rug in her room.

"Oh...oh I'm so sorry." Marinette apologized, but she couldn't help herself from laughing. I didn't care about this embarrassing moment, I just wanted to keep hearing her laugh.

As I made my way to the school front doors, I noticed a pink flyer pinned to the school bulletin board. I took it from the board and read it, "Night Under the Stars Dance". I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement, though it was gone just a second later. Father would never let me go, if this wasn't an extravagant ball full of models, designers, or investors then it was a waste of time to him. I'd have to stay at home and miss another school dance like every year. I left the school now with jealousy of whoever was allowed to go

We were finally at home. I rushed into my room and locked the door behind me. I snuck Plagg a piece of cheese in the car so he would feel fully charged by the time we got home. I opened the large window in my room and began to say those magic words.

"Plagg claws o-KNOCK KNOCK"

"Adrien we need to meet one of your father's clients in a few minutes. Please look presentable." I heard Nathalie say from behind my locked bedroom door.

"Sorry lover boy. Looks like you'll have to see your girlfriend later." Plagg said, though he was just happy he had a few hours of being a lazy cat instead of transforming me into Chat.

I sighed, so much for seeing Marinette.

We were seated at one of Paris's most famous and expensive restaurants, "Le délicieuse". Whoever this client was must be very important for father to bring them here. We were seated in a private booth to be kept away from fans and paparazzi as we waited for clients. Nathalie was between me and father, she looked over some documents in her tablet. Father didn't make eye contact with me, instead he looked forward at the empty booth in front of us.

"Adrien," Father finally said, "It is very important that you make the best impression on this family."

"Of course, father."

Finally, two people showed up. An older lady with black hair in a tight bun, black shaded glasses, and held a brown wooden cane in one hand and the younger girl's shoulder with the other. The young girl next to her looked my age. She had short black hair with blue tinting that reminded me of Marinette, a white button up with a white blazer and a short red skirt, her legs were covered with black pantyhose.

They sat down in front of us, neither of them smiled.

"Hello Ms. Tsurugi, how wonderful of you to make time for us today." My father said, he was actually trying to flatter these clients. Usually the clients tried buttering up my father during meetings while he sits there with a cold look on his face. Nathalie looked over at me expectantly.

"Oh, yes it's very nice to meet you both." I said. I looked over at the young girl and smiled nicely. She kept her eyes on me, but kept her lips in a tight line.

"This is my son, Adrien." My father said, "Adrien, this is Tomoe Tsurugi and her daughter Kagami."

Throughout the dinner Kagami kept quiet while our parents talked about money deals and how much Tsurgi was willing to invest to my father's company. My father brought up my accomplishments; my skills on the piano, my fencing medals, my perfect grades, and my modeling career. All while Kagami looked at me with studying eyes. I would look up from my food to look at her, but she would look down.

"Adrien why don't you take Kagami on a walk in the garden near the restaurant." It was supposed to be a suggestion, but of course when it came out of my father's mouth it sounded more like a demand.

"That sounds great." I wiped off any crumbs I might have had around my mouth with the cloth napkin and stood up from the booth. I waited for Kagami to get up before escorting her outside.

The walk to the garden was quiet.

"So, Kagami where are you and your mom visiting from?" I asked, hoping to break this thick wall between us.

"Japan."

I waited for her to tell me more. Instead we were left with an uncomfortable silence. I looked over at her, accidently meeting her eyes, I gave her a nervous laugh and looked back to the street we needed to cross to get to the garden. Kagami was definitely different from the other girls father had me entertain. Usually the other girls were bubbly with personality and clung to my every word. This would be a refreshing change if we were at least able to talk. We arrived at the garden. It was a beautiful small lot with a silver fencing, there were green bushes everywhere with pink roses in them. There was red brick tiling leading to the white stone-built water fountain that had some pink petals in the water from the flowers nearby.

We sat at the fountain, feeling the sprinkles of water on us. It was quiet for a moment us as I tried thinking what she would want to talk about. I looked over at her, it wasn't that she wasn't pretty, Kagami was very pretty. But I couldn't see her as someone who would want to model. So, what was this whole meeting about?

"This is a very lovely garden." Kagami said. She had been so quiet this whole time that I was startled with her talking.

"Y-yeah, it's one of my favorite places to visit in Paris." I said. She looked over at all the flowers that filled this place. Kagami's eyes looked longingly at one of the flowers hanging off a bush, almost as if she wanted to hold it. I looked towards this man with a wooden cart full of flowers, his cart holding a for sale sign. I got up for a moment without Kagami noticing.

"This is for you."

Kagami looked up to see me standing in front of her, holding a pink rose. Kagami let out a quiet gasp, obviously not expecting this. She looked at me then the rose, wondering if it was safe to take it. She hesitantly grabbed the rose, then she looked up at me and for the first time I saw her smile. She really did look lovely right now.

We came home an hour later. Whatever my father and Tomoe were talking about must have gone smoothly. They came out of the restaurant with satisfied smiles on their faces. My father scheduled another dinner meeting next week.

I took off my white button up shirt and threw it on my bed. I collapsed on my couch and let out a yawn. As much as I eventually enjoyed Kagami's company I always usually felt tired after charming the clients. I still don't know what this whole meeting was about, it couldn't have been about a photoshoot together, hopefully it wasn't another fake relationship for the press. I wouldn't have time for that right now.

"You know for a fancy restaurant they sure did skimp out on the cheese." Plagg complained, upset that there wasn't any cheesy enough plates for him to nibble from. I let out a tired laugh and turned to my window. I found myself wondering what Marinette could be up to right now. It wasn't too late to pay her a little visit. I smiled and looked at Plagg who decided to grow through my DVDs again.

"Oh Plagg..."

Adrien's and Kagami's relationship is a little awkward right now because I haven't decided what I want to happen to them yet and how I want to write Kagami yet. I've had mixed ideas. I was going to put in two Marichat scenes in this chapter, but it was running a little long and I think it'll be worth the wait with what I have planned.