So I've realized I like writing from Adrien's perspective a lot more and I think it's because in the show we see almost all the adrinette stuff through Marinette's eyes, so I like to explore what Adrien might be feeling. That being said, this one's from Marinette's perspective. I try to give them equal talking time, but I think it might be skewed in Adrien's favor honestly. He's just so fun to write.

Day 19 – Rain

Marinette couldn't remember how long it had been since she had visited her favorite inspiration spot in Paris. At least, not as Marinette. She had been to the Trocadero at least a bakers dozen times this week alone in disguise to save Paris.

But right now, she didn't have any responsibilities. She could sit on that patch of grass for hours, watching tourists and Parisians mill about, and gazing at the Eiffel Tower until the sun set.

She stared at the monument, taking note of the intricacies in the arches and the contrast between straight lines and curved, small designs and large.

Suddenly, inspiration struck. She buried her nose in her sketchbook willing her hand to replicate the image in her mind's eye. A strapless dress, black with silver trimming. Geometric spirals leading to a peak-a-boo slit stopping just above the knee. Detached sleeves donning matching silver trim on the upper arm, puffing out just below, enough to give a sophisticated contrast without being too overwhelming. Lastly, add in just enough of a train to give the look an elegant flair, but not too much so as to be practical to wear to an event.

She held up her new design triumphantly just as a roll of thunder echoed across the sky.

"That's an amazing design."

She whirled around to find herself nose to nose with none other than Adrien Agreste.

"Adrien!"

"Sorry," He chuckled. "I didn't mean to scare you. I saw you drawing a while ago, but I didn't want to interrupt. You look so…" He cleared his throat. "You looked like you were really focused."

She blinked. "How long have you been here?"

He tapped his chin. "Half an hour, maybe?"

"I'm so sorry! You should have said something. I would have stopped to say hi."

"I know. That's why I didn't." He winked and her heart leapt. "It was pretty neat to watch the design process happen. As a model, I only get to see the finished product."

Thunder boomed overhead and she frowned. "Your dad doesn't let you see the designs beforehand?"

She immediately wished she hadn't asked. His smile became obviously forced and his shoulders tensed. "Well-"

He was cut off by a raindrop landing on her new design. And more landing on his head. They both glanced at the cloud covered sky and back at each other.

"Run?" He asked, offering his hand to her.

"Run," she agreed.

By the time they found shelter, the rain had picked up so severely that they were completely drenched and shivering.

"It's freezing," she said through chattering teeth.

"Here," Adrien said as he handed her a hoodie he pulled from his backpack.

She stared dumbly. "But what about you?"

He shrugged. "I'll be fine, promise."

She took the dry material slowly and slipped it on over her t-shirt sighing into the warmth. "Thank you."

"No problem," he grinned, before frowning again. "Did your book get ruined?"

She opened her sketchbook gently and flipped through the pages. "No, the pages all look pretty dry."

"That's good. It'd be a shame if all those amazing designs went to waste."

She blushed. "You think they're amazing?"

"I will admit, I've only seen a few you've posted on Instagram and the one from just now, but I'm sure they're all fabulous."

She glanced at the book in her hands, summoning her courage again. "Would you like to see more?"

"Really?" She felt her heart soar at the excitement in his voice.

"Yeah, of course. I mean, it looks like we're going to be stuck here for a while."

"Thank you, Marinette!"

She passed the book to him and watched as he flipped through its contents, making appreciative comments every now and again. He asked what her inspiration was on a few of her pieces and he was a captive audience to her explanations. She even showed him the derby hat design he had worn and they shared a laugh about his feather allergy.

Too soon, the rain let up and Adrien said he had to leave because his bodyguard was worried. She nodded sadly and started to take off his hoodie.

"Stop," he said handing her back her sketchpad. "You keep it."

Her hands froze. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it fits you better anyway," he gave her a wink. "By the way, can we give you a ride home?"

She shook her head feeling her anxiety creep up on her. "No, I don't want to put you out. I can take the bus."

"Please? It's the least I can do for nearly ruining your designs."

"That was the rain. It wasn't you-"

"Please, Marinette," he asked, his voice low.

She hadn't realized how close he had gotten to her until she had to lift her chin to see his face. Her heart was pounding in her ears at their proximity. She could almost feel the heat radiating off of him. She could smell his cologne, that odd combination of vanilla, sandalwood, and musk amplified by the rain.

"Ok," she said dreamily.

Once again, she took his hand and followed.

I do have a photo reference of the dress I based her design off of. I'll post it to my tumblr (search #oh how sweet it is) in case anyone wants to know. I changed it up a little though, so if anyone wants to draw it hmu.

Note: I know nothing about fashion so if I got something wrong, blame google for failing me.