Hello readers! This is the first official chapter of I'll Find You. This is a Coffee Shop AU. The pairing is Adrienette. Yes, cliché AU. I know. I have many ideas, but I'll save those for later. Just thought I'd start with something more commonly seen. By the way, the POVs will alternate between the 2 of them in different chapters. Just thought I'd mention that. Anyways, here is the chapter! Enjoy, my lovely readers!
AU: Coffee Shop
Pairing: Adrienette
Summary: Marinette and Alya meet up at the newest coffee shop for a study session... oh my gosh, that barista is hot.
Crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP. Marinette rushed around her room, grabbing books and notes and stationary, before darting back to her backpack and stuffing everything into it. With a hasty check of her appearance in the mirror, she dashed out of her room and darted down the stairs.
"In a hurry, sweetie?" asked her mother, Sabine, a kind smile on her face. Marinette nodded hurriedly, pausing to give her mother a brief kiss on the cheek, "YesI'mlateIpromisedAlyathatIwouldstudywithherinthatcoffeeshopnearbyIgottagobyemama." She rushed out of the house, jogging down the street and turning several corners, before she spotted the coffee shop that she and Alya had decided to meet up and study. It was rather new and apparently, Alya had made a new friend among the workers. What was his name again? Nuno? Nino? Yeah, Nino. She hid a smile as she recalled the way Alya had looked when talking about him. It was the same look she got when she talked about her blog - she got that look when she was talking about what she was interested in.
She glanced at her watch. 5 minutes late. She entered the coffee shop, scanning the area for her red-headed best friend. Eyes landing on the familiar figure of her friend in one of the tables at the back, she headed over, careful not to bump into any of the other tables.
She plopped down into the seat opposite of Alya. "Late again, are we?" her best friend teased. Marinette groaned, "I'm sorry Alya. I woke up late."
"Again?" Alya asked, raising an eyebrow, "Working on your designs again? Seriously, Marinette. I know that fashion is practically your life, but it really won't be much of a life if you sleep at like 3am every day."
"What do you mean, not much of a life?" Marinette protested, "I'm not a zombie during the day, for your information. I mostly feel perfectly fine." As if on cue, a yawn was forced out of her lips.
"Sure, Mari, sure." Alya snorted, rolling her eyes, before gently pushing her friend in the direction of the counter. "Go and get a coffee. You'll need the energy to get through this study session. Can't have you falling asleep in the middle of this, can we?"
Marinette sighed and stood up, heading to the counter. She gave the menu a quick once-over, before deciding that coffee was what she wanted.
"How may I help you?" a deep voice asked her. Marinette jumped slightly, not expecting someone to address her. (Of course, that wasn't the only reason she jumped. And of course, she definitely didn't jump because that voice was swoon-worthy. And she most definitely did not think that the voice was extremely attractive. Nope. Not even a little. Not at all.)
(… Okay. Maybe a bit. Maybe that voice was a bit attractive. Just a bit, mind you!)
She looked up and was met with the most perfect face she had ever seen.
No, she was not exaggerating. She was quite into fashion, and had spent countless hours flipping through fashion magazines. She had seen many attractive faces of male models, but in her opinion, none of their faces really came close to this one.
The person in front of her had perfectly groomed golden hair that shone in the sunlight filtering through the windows. His eyes were the most dazzling shade of emerald green, shimmering with softness and kindness. He had flawless fair skin, and lips that looked far too delicious to be illegal. Those lips…
… parted and that smooth, deep, amazing voice filtered into Marinette's ears. "Hey… Hey. Are you alright, miss?"
It was only when the boy –the barista- said that did she realize that she had been staring, hard, and she flushed with embarrassment. The boy was looking at her with those emerald eyes (oh those eyes) filled with such concern. For her. For her.
Snap out of it, Marinette.
Managing to recollect herself somewhat, (seriously, how did he look so damn perfect?) she forced herself, "I-I'm fine. Sorry for that, I didn't sleep much last night… so I'm quite tired. I tend to space out when I'm tired." She let out a weak laugh. Good, good. Smooth. Sorta.
The barista laughed, a rich, velvety sound that nearly had her swooning. "Busy person, I see. You'll be having coffee then, I presume?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Alright! That'll be two Euros please (look, I don't know much about Parisian currency so just roll with it haha)."
Marinette fumbled with her wallet, finally counting out the right amount and handed it to the very handsome barista. He counted the money before flashing her a blinding smile. "May I get your name, please?"
Marinette would be excited about him asking for her name, if not for the fact that he only needed it to call out her name when her coffee was ready, not because he had some interest in her. "It's Marinette. My name's Marinette." He nodded, still smiling, and scribbled it on the cup. Speaking of names…
Marinette stole a glance at the barista's nametag. Adrien, it read.
Adrien. That's a pretty name.
"You have a pretty name," the barista - no, Adrien's voice jolted her out of her thoughts. Marinette realized that he was smiling at her, and he had just said that her name was pretty. Holy. Fucking. Shit. "Princess," he added, seemingly as an afterthought, and winked at her.
Marinette's cheeks burned, but she managed to force out a reply without stuttering. "Why, thanks. Yours isn't too bad, Adrien." Gathering all her courage, she returned his wink and smile before turning (her cheeks still bright red and her face hot) and walking back to her table.
"Girl, what was that?" Alya hissed, leaning forward over the table. "You were totally and utterly in love. I could see that as clear as day. And did you just wink at him?"
Marinette blushed harder, dropping her gaze to her lap. "He's… cute, I guess." She mumbled.
A broad grin stretched across Alya's face as she leaned forward (so forward that their table threatened to topple over) and fixated Marinette with a knowing gaze. "Don't you mean, he's perfect and handsome?" she teased.
Marinette groaned, "Sh-shut up, Alya!" she buried her face in her hands, hoping to whatever deity up in the sky that her cheeks would stop flaming.
"Marinette." The beautiful voice she had come to associate with Adrien reached her ears and she bolted up, looking to the direction of the voice where Adrien had set her cup down on the counter. Upon seeing that her gaze had landed on him, Adrien sent a smirk and a wink in her direction, before turning to the next customer.
For the umpteenth time that day, blood rushed to Marinette's cheeks, and she wondered whether her blushing would ever die down. She headed over to grab her coffee, before immediately walking back to her table, avoiding the temptation to look at Adrien just one more time.
"Hey, what's that?" before Marinette could protest, Alya snatched the cup out of her hands. "Ooh, it's a note!"
It was only then that Marinette realized that there was a piece of sticky note stuck on her cup. Alya was grinning at her mischievously.
"Must be from your boooooyfriend." She sang in a teasing tone. Marinette rolled her eyes, forcing down the blush that threatened to come, before grabbing the cup and turning it around so that she could read what was written on the note.
Purr-incess.
I've been feline purr-fect since I saw you.
Call me sometime?
Written underneath was a series of numbers… Adrien's number. Oh god. He had asked her to call him. He had given her his number. She looked up, towards the counter, and caught Adrien looking at her. He sent her wide grin and gave her a 'Call me' gesture.
She smiled, her face red.
Oh yeah. She'd definitely call him.
There you have it, readers! The first AU, and a very cliché one at that haha. What are your thoughts on this chapter? I don't mind any constructive criticism. Also, what would you guys like to see next? Put your suggestions in a review!
~stephanie
