Hey there, It has been a while
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Chat?
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Marinette let out a long sigh as she swiped the glass topped table. The sound of bells made the dark haired girl spin around with a smile, but it quickly shrunk to see that its just another customer. A hand patted her from the back.
"Waiting for someone, Mari?" Alya asked, throwing a rag over her shoulder. Marinette quickly shook her head.
"What? No, why would I? Ah- I think the tarts are done!" She patted her hands on her apron and rushed to the back kitchen, leaving Alya in her place.
"Oh Mari…" Alya muttered under her breath, looking at the kitchen doors. Letting out a sigh of her own, she paced to help the arriving customers, when another bell sounded from the door. This time, a more familiar face appeared.
"Welcome to Miraculous Bakery, how may I help you?" Alya asked after tending to the other customer. The tall blonde male looked around, before turning his attention to her.
"I was uh- looking for someone" He answered, looking back around the shop. Alya raised a brow of interest.
"May I have a name? I may be of assistance" She smiled. The male frowned, looking a bit towards the ground.
"I- uh...it's very stupid of me. But I'm not sure what her names is either" He replied. Alya shook her head.
"It's not a problem sir, but it will be hard to find someone if you don't even know their names, don't you think?" She laughed. He smiled weakly.
"Maybe you're right.. " He responded softly, before turning around. Alya stopped him.
"If I may, can you tell me how she may look like? People come in and out all the time, so I wouldn't mind helping you" She explained. He looked up thoughtfully.
"Well...I believe she works here. About this tall, dark blue hair, blue eyes." He said, holding one of his hands under his chin to indicate the height. Alya's eyes glistened.
"Oh! A matter of fact, I do know her!" She clapped her hands together. His eyes widened.
"Do you? Where is she?" He asked, almost immediately. Alya placed a hand on top of his shoulder.
" Why don't you have a seat while I bring her? She's probably done with the tarts by now anyways." She chirped.
"Nono, if she's busy, I can surely come another time." He said, backing up a bit. However, Alya moved towards him.
"Don't be so formal, it's fine! There's not a lot of people here right now anyways" She shrugged carelessly. "Would you like anything to drink or eat? There's still some croissants left , and they're still warm"
"It's alright" He paused to think. "Maybe just a hot chocolate " Alya nodded. "And a name" She tilts her head.
"Come again? "Alya asked.
"Your name" He corrected. "I'd like to know your name, would be weird to just call you as 'you' ".
She laughed."Ah, I should have introduced myself sooner" She took a step back and placed her hands behind her back. "My name's Alya, Alya Cesair". She smiled and stepped away.
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Marinette let out another long sigh, sliding the tray from the oven and placing the next batch in.
"It's been almost a week.." She muttered to herself. " Usually people that say they would come back , they'd be back in about a day or two...or three...guh, get yourself together , Mari" She groaned, moving the heated tray for it to cool.
"I mean, for all I know, he might not come back- or he doesn't know how to get here- ..ooh...why am I getting so worked up on this. I literally met this guy once!" She threw her arms up.
A few seconds later, the doors opened behind her and a short blonde girl skipped in. Marinette picked herself up to greet her co-worker.
"Mari! I've got some mail for you" She hopped over to her.
"Thanks Rose" Mari smiled, " do you mind taking that batch out for me?" She waited for the blonde to nod before heading to her back and taking out the box that holds her new glasses.
Opening the box, she flinched at the sight of the spotted rims, however slipped them on quickly. Grabbing a box cutter knife and cutting open the envelope.
Getting no even past the first line of the first letter, Alya comes bursting in with a wicked grin plastered on her face looking straight at Marinette.
"Ma-ri-ne-tte. Du-pain. Ch-e-ng." Alya said, emphasizing every part of her name, rushed towards her, linking onto her arm and pulled her out the kitchen.
"Alya!Alya- What Are you doing?" Marinette struggles in her best friend's grip before finally felt it loosen.
"Someone's looking for you" Alya pointed to a male sitting by the glass walls, staring outside.
It was him.
She approached him, looking down towards his clean edged face, eyes covered by black tinted shades yet the green still made their appearance. His honey blonde hair carefully combed, his black jacket, black dress pants.
He noticed her right away, looking up at her, he flinched. Dark blue hair tied to a low ponytail, falling over her right shoulder. A visible red blouse under her tan colored apron, light blue jeans, with pink flats. And to top it all off, red framed glasses decorated with black spots projecting the sea blue colored eyes.
"Ladybug?" He spoke out unconsciously. Marinette stepped back.
"Chat?"
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Ahhhh cliffhangers.