Luka knew from the moment he looked at Marinette that she was bubbling over with exciting news. She seemed to glow with excitement in the overcast sunshine, and her song played so strongly in his mind that he struggled for a moment to make out her words.

"Guess who got front row tickets to Jagged Stone's next concert?!"

"Wait, really? Marinette, that's awesome!"

"Yes! Jagged Stone gave me two free tickets as a thank-you for doing his album cover! Will you go with me? It's on Friday!" There was so much certainty in her eyes. The most he had seen without her mask for quite some time. He wrapped his hands around hers and smiled as her cheeks turned lovely shades of pink.

"Of course. Want me to pick you up?"

"I think we should take the train, since it'll be so late. Why don't we meet at the station around 4:30?"

He felt like he could see straight into her heart as her eyes stared into his. Her question hung in the air, and yet he feared answering it. He felt as if a single word might break that moment.

"Deal."

Friday came quickly, and soon Luka found himself standing beside Marinette at the front of a enormous crowd, where he had a perfect view of the stage. However, he found it very hard to look at the stage, because his eyes seemed to naturally hover on Marinette. She had abandoned her usual pinks and florals for a hand-made Jagged Stone shirt which slouched off of her left shoulder, and distressed blue jeans. He was entirely captivated by her as she wondered about what song would be played first, whether or not they would see anyone they knew, and how lovely the stage light colors were; he hung on every word. It was as if she was singing a breathtaking song without music. He could have listened to her for hours, and yet, he would not trade the excitement in her eyes when the concert began for anything in the world.

The concert rocked well into the night. Shouts and singing tore through the stadium with such a ferocious intensity that few in the crowd noticed the darkening sky. However, when Jagged Stone walked off stage for the last time, no one could deny the ominous grey that covered the stars. A trickle of rain began and a roar of thunder sounded just as Luka and Marinette started walking back to the train station. Marinette got an umbrella out of her bag. Luka, being taller, took it into his hand and held it above the two of them.

"Glad it waited till the concert was over." Luka remarked, casually.

"It seems even the rain thinks Jagged is amazing." Marinette smiled up at the sky and let the rain fall on the palm of her hand. "I'm sorry we couldn't stay for backstage meet and greet."

"It's no problem." Luka said, "I've met him before. Besides, your parents like me. If I started bringing you home late, it would ruin everything."

Marinette's eyes widened and Luka couldn't help but giggle. Her melody turned staccato, and she laced her arm with his.

They made it into the train station and put the umbrella away. Their train was only about half-full, and they were able to get a row together.

"I wish I could do that lick he was doing in the finale." Luka said when they were seated, the fingers on his right hand fluttering in imitation.

"I bet you could if you worked at it." Marinette chuckled as she watched his fingers. "It's just a Wa-Daa-Ta-Wa-Na."

For a moment Luka stared at her, processing the sound that had just come from her mouth. As it washed over him, he smiled.

"No, I think it's more of a Waaa-Da-Da-Waa-Na."

They looked at one another seriously for just a moment before bursting into laughter. The train rumbled through the tunnel, and their fellow passengers paid them no mind. It was no difference to them. For that ride, it was just the two of them. They talked excitedly, laughing and dreaming, and before they knew it, the ride was over. When they stepped off the train, they could hear the downpour going on outside only through the breaks in the thunder and lightning.

"Oh no..."

Luka's heart hurt to see Marinette worried. He checked the weather report on his phone.

"It's not suppose to let up any time soon. Good thing it's not windy, we can use the umbrella."

He tried to smile, but knew it would do little to lift her spirits.

"Do you think we should get a cab?" She suggested, "Though it's only a few streets down."

Luka took Marinette's hand and squeezed it slightly.

"If there's one out there, I'll split the cost with you, but it might be faster to walk."

She smiled up at him. A brilliant, daring smile that made his heart rise inside him.

"You're right, lets make a run for it."

She ran forward, pulling him along by their interlocked fingers. Luka opened the umbrella just as they plunged into the wall of water, and struggled to keep a grip on it as they went along. They darted down the street, laughing like Luka couldn't remember laughing before. The umbrella kept the water off of their faces, but did nothing for the rest of them, as their arms and legs were carrying them far faster than necessary.

When they finally came to a skidding stop beneath the bakery awning, they were panting and half-soaked; still laughing from the spontaneity of it all.

"That was exciting." Marinette's cheeks were red from their sprint.

"Yeah, it was." Luka smiled and brushed water from his arms. His shirt stuck to his back, dragging against his skin as he breathed.

"Thank you for coming with me tonight, Luka." Marinette said. Her hand was still intertwined with his.

"Thank you for the invite." Luka answered. "I can't remember the last time I had this much fun."

"Me neither."

The rain beat against the awning, there was a light on somewhere inside the bakery where Tom and Sabine were waiting up. Marinette and Luka stood under the awning, quiet, neither quite ready to let the other go.

"Marinette," he began, "Could I- That is, if you wanted-"

"Luka." She looked so intently at him. She tightened her grip on his hand, and brushed his cheek lightly with her thumb. He leaned into her touch, and their lips met. It was only for a moment, but it seemed to him like an eternity. When they parted, her eyes reflected back to him everything he had felt since the first day he had met her.

"W-wow." She whispered, a giggle accenting her voice.

"Can I call you tomorrow?" Luka brushed his finger against Marinette's hand.

"I would like that."