Marinette was halfway through her breakfast when Alya called. She filled in her friend about everything that had happened, although she skipped over the part about the picture Adrien had sent her. After all, she wasn't obligated to tell Alya everything.

"And so, we're going to meet for lunch in a few hours." Marinette finished. She was back in her room, sitting at her desk.

"Wait...so you're going on another date?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"Uh...nothing. Just that...well...how do I say this...you aren't panicking?"

Marinette considered this for a moment. It did seem strange given her history of freaking out just at the sound of Adrien's name. But he loves me. And I love him. I have no reason to be nervous.

"Nope. Not at all." she answered firmly. "There's no reason to be nervous, Alya. It's just...Adrien."

"Girl, this is awesome! You've finally done it!" Alya started whooping into the phone. "So, does this mean it's official?"

"Is what official?"

"You know...are you guys a thing? Is Adrien Agreste your boyfriend?" The question took Marinette by surprise. They hadn't discussed it, but she figured it was probably true.

"Well...we haven't actually said that but...I think...maybe so? Just don't say anything to anyone, ok? Just in case I'm wrong."

"No worries. My lips are sealed!"

Marinette smiled. Alya really was the best friend a girl could ask for. She glanced at the clock and realized that she needed to head out if she didn't want to be late.

"Alya, I gotta go, but I'll call you later, ok?"

"Hurry, girl! You don't want to be late!"

Marinette spied the photoshoot immediately after getting of the city bus. It was actually hard to miss with all the photography equipment hanging around. She had been to a few of Adrien's photoshoots before. She quickly spied Adrien being photographed near one corner of the Pyramide du Louvre. Marinette sat down on a bench nearby and took out her sketchpad from her bag. She had been working on a purse, at Alya's request, and thought it would be a good way to pass the time until Adrien was done.

She zoned in on her work and the world became quiet. She lost track of all sense of time or place. It wasn't until she heard a voice calling her name that she was pulled back to reality.

"Earth to Marinette!" Adrien was sitting next to her on the bench. How long has he been there?

"Uh...ha...sorry," she fumbled, her face turning beet red. "Guess I got a little carried away."

"A little? I've been sitting here for five minutes! Did you hear anything I said?"

"Um….earth to Marinette?" she grimace. Man, this is bad. But Adrien laughed and put his hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, Marinette. My father is the same way when he is working. I just asking about the jacket." He pointed to the sketchpad on her lap. "It looks like it matches that derby hat I modeled."

"Yeah, that's the idea. I wanted to create a complete outfit to match it." She flipped back through the last few pages, showing him the designs.

"Wow. I could easily see this on the runway, princess. But, please, no real feathers."

"Actually…" she debated whether or not to show him. "I had something….else for you to model." She flipped to the very back of her sketchpad to a project she had been working on for a long time.

Adrien took the sketchpad from her in amazement. The page contained details of a men's white linen sports coat, tan pants, and a light blue scarf. In the bottom corner of the page, Marinette had drawn the entire outfit on her favorite fashion model, taking great care to sketch out his beautiful face.

"Marinette...this...this...this is amazing." He traced the image of himself. But then he frowned.

"What's wrong?" she said in a rush. "You don't like it? It's ok if you don't...I mean...I can always change stuff...and…"

"Mari…" he cut her off. "This scarf...you already made it, didn't you?"

CRAP! THE SCARF! WHY DID I SHOW HIM THIS!

"Whaaaat? Pft, no!"

"Natalie told me it was from my father, but...it was from you, wasn't it?"

"Um...no, it's...it's…" Adrien had been so happy when 'his father' had given him the scarf that Marinette didn't want to ruin it. Today, she still felt the same way, but didn't know what else to do.

"Thank you," he gently kissed her left temple. "It was the best birthday gift ever, but why didn't you tell me that you were the one who made it?"

"Because you were so happy to get from your dad. I...didn't...I couldn't take that away from you."

"For the record, getting it from you is way better than getting from my dad," he grinned, "But, seriously, can I have the jacket for my next birthday?" Marinette laughed.

"I don't know...a jacket requires a lot of work." she answered, playing with him, "I'm not sure I'd put that much time and effort into a gift for a friend." She narrowed her eyes, glaring at him. He smiled slyly at her, obviously catching onto her game.

"Well...how about a boyfriend?"

"But, I don't have a boyfriend," She battered her eyes, playing innocent. Adrien laughed and reach over his shoulder to scratch his neck like he did so often.

"You're going to make me say it, aren't you?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about Adrien Agreste," she turned her nose up into the air, pretending to be insulted.

"Ok. Ok. I can take a hint!" He reached out to take her hand, caressing it softly like he had done that day in the library. He leaned in close so that their foreheads were touching. Staring straight into her eyes, he whispered to her. "Marinette Dupain-cheng, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Of course, dummy," she answered, laughing. He laughed too and stood up pulling her with him.

"Come on, then, girlfriend," He said, closing the sketch pad and handing it to her. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

Adrien led her away from the Louvre and over to one of his favorite food stands.

"I forgot to ask, do you like Jambon Beurres?" she nodded, so he stepped up to the counter to order. "Two Jambon Beurres, please."

Louis, the owner, frowned at him. The Louvre was a popular spot for photoshoots and, since he was close, Adrien had come to know Louis fairly well.

"Sorry, little Adrien, but I am on strict orders to not serve you meals that are high in carbs."

"But...but, Louis," he moved his eyes to the left, hoping the man would notice Marinette. "Jambon Beurres are not that high in carbs."

"IT'S SERVED ON A BAGGETT! I'm sorry Adrien, but you know Natalie territories the living daylights out of me!"

This wasn't the first time his father had taken extreme measures to ensure Adrien stayed fit for model work. Adrien rolled his eyes and glanced over at Marinette. She had covered her mouth with a hand and she was trying desperately not to laugh. He smiled, more than a little embarrassed, and turned back to Louis.

"Any other suggestions?" he asked hesitantly, afraid of the answer. Louis reached for something behind the counter and set a plastic container in front of him. He peered inside and frowned. Salad. It definitely didn't come from Louis' place. Natalie, he thought, she must have brought this from home. He looked up at the older man who gazed down at him with pity. Louis moaned and then he turned towards Marinette.

"Now, little lady, you look mighty hungry. Could it be that you need two Jambon Beurres to fill your stomach?" Marinette quickly glanced between Adrien and Louis before answering.

"Uh, yeah. I mean, yes! Of course! I'm starving. Two please!" she grinned at Adrien and then he realized the plot that had just been hatched. He turned back to Louis.

"You heard her. Two Jambon Beurres, please." He smiled back at Marinette who was giggling. Louis prepared the sandwiches and Adrien paid the man. Marinette collected the Jambon Beurres and Adrien grabbed the salad, which he tossed as soon as they passed as trash can. They walked over to the Tuileries Garden and found a place to eat their lunch.

"So...I guess modeling has its downsides?" she asked, handing him a sandwich.

"Yeah, my father and Natalie worry about what I eat, but I live a pretty active lifestyle, so they don't really need to."

"I see. But that must be really tough sometimes."

"Sometimes. To be honest, I hope to quit soon."

"Really?" her eyes grew wide with curiosity.

"Yep. I turn eighteen soon and I plan to get my own place, so my father won't be able to tell me what to do anymore."

"But, you'll need money to live on your own. So, why would you quit modeling?"

"I'll get another job. Besides, all the money I've made so far is in a trust fund I'll have access to. I'll be able to live off of that for quite awhile if need be."

"Sounds like you have it all planned out," she sounded almost sad when she said it. "Will you...will you stay in Paris?"

"Of course! Why would I leave?" he asked, she smiled but didn't answer. He reached out and placed his hand over hers. "Everything I want is right here."

Suddenly, there was a loud bang followed by screaming. People were running all over the park.

Really? Adrien thought to himself as they both got to their feet. Really, Hawkmoth? This couldn't wait an hour or two?

"Come on, princess. Time to leave" he took Marinette by the hand. And, I guess, figure out a way to get separated so we can save the day, milady.