They were having a picnic today. Alya and Nino were in charge of logistics and games, while Adrien helped Marinette with the food. Once they were settled under the shade in the park, the four friends ate and talked and laughed hard, letting the time go by with worries, for once, forgotten.

Marinette had brought along a small radio, and songs floated up around them once comfortable silence fell. When a slow song came up, Adrien smiled widely and held his hand out to Marinette. She looked at it, confused for a moment. Upon seeing the look on Adrien's face, Marinette blushed and placed her hand gently in his.

He pulled her up with ease and held her close to him. She wound her arms around his shoulders as he tenderly held her waist. Then, they began dancing. It started out with chuckles and cheeky grins. Adrien gave Marinette an impressed look. "You're not as bad of a dancer as I thought."

Marinette laughed. "Thanks? I could say the same about you, twinkle toes."

"What can I say? I've got sick moves."

"I would have thought someone with moves as sick as yours would know that people don't normally slow dance to a song like this."

"What?!" Adrien said, shocked. He tried listening to the radio again, only to realise that the tempo of the song was faster than he thought.

"Oh, the disgrace!" Adrien exclaimed dramatically. "I've got to redeem myself."

In a swift move, Adrien took one of Marinette's hands in his and began leading her in circles around the park. She laughed at their comical dance and series of twirls. When their dance brought them to Alya and Nino, they stopped in front of their friends and began an exaggerated waltz, which was greeted by laughter so loud and hysterical that it followed the pair as their twirled away.

When the song finally changed to a real slow song, Adrien's eyes lit up and he stopped their dance. He returned his hands to Marinette's waist and held her much closer than before. She looked up at him, shocked at the abrupt change and close proximity. Adrien merely grinned and leaned down, saying, "Told you I've got sick moves."

Marinette laughed again and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "You are the dancing queen."

Adrien chuckled at her joke and brushed his nose against hers. He let their foreheads touch as their danced to the slow song. He closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of cookies that Marinette smelled so strongly of. His heart was beating so loudly that he could barely hear the song, which could have possibly been singing about roses and cabbages. But then Marinette began humming it, and Adrien felt all his senses numb so that all parts of him could focus on the sound of her voice, for in that moment, it was the only thing that seemed to matter. And when her humming morphed into words, Adrien was glad he was holding onto Marinette, otherwise, he would have swooned.

"Puisque tu m'serres très fort
C'est là mon trésor
C'est toi, toi qui vaut de l'or," she sang.

The song ended by then, but the two kept swaying to an invisible tune. When Adrien opened his eyes, he saw nothing but blue eyes staring up at him. He blinked in shock. Those eyes belonged to Marinette, but those eyes also belonged to Ladybug.

He resisted the urge to pull himself back, away from her. What does it mean? he asked himself. Was he seeing things? Imagining them to create an illusion so that everything wrong in his life would fall into place?

Adrien focused on Marinette's eyes again. Yes, that shade of blue was unmistakable. He stared down at her lips, engraving its shape permanently into his mind so that he could compare them against Ladybug's when he sees her for patrol later that night. Her lips were pink and soft, and he wondered if they tasted as sweet as they looked.

Adrien shook his head. Oh, what a mistake it was to stare at Marinette's lips. He looked at her nose instead, then her eyes. He realised she was staring at him with an odd expression. Adrien chuckled nervously, flustered at being caught for practically gawking at her. She smiled at him regardless, and Adrien felt all his worries shrivel into nothing.

Marinette placed a hand on his cheek, and without even thinking about it, Adrien leaned into her palm. This feels familiar, he thought. Even though Adrien was more than unwilling to leave Marinette, he couldn't wait to see Ladybug. It was time to put his theory to the test.

Chat Noir couldn't help but realise that Ladybug had been staring at him a lot tonight. But that was fine with him, because he was staring at her a little excessively too. They were perched atop a random balcony when Chat Noir leaned in. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Ladybug blinked at him. She didn't seem to understand his question, so Chat Noir repeated it with a grin on his face. She smiled sheepishly and shook her head. "Just thinking about something," she said.

"About what?"

"Something."

"Me?" Chat Noir smirked.

Ladybug laughed and pushed his face away. "You wish."

He leaned back and crossed his arms, studying her face. Ladybug looked at him and smiled. "And what about you? You've been quiet tonight."

"Just thinking about something," Chat Noir mocked.

"About me?"

"Yes," he said. That one word sent shivers down Ladybug's spine, but she blamed it on the cool breeze. She cleared her throat and pretended to be unfazed. "What about me?"

"I was wondering if there were people in Paris with eyes like yours."

A pause. When Ladybug spoke, she spoke slowly, as though weighing her words carefully before articulating them. "No, just me."

Chat Noir smiled. He reached out and took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. "I thought so too."

A/N: Marinette sings 'Since you hold me so tight, here is my treasure: it's you, you who is worth more than gold' from the song J'envoie Valser.