Synopsis: Alya and Nino are on their first official date after the Animan, cage-locking experience. Of course no date would be complete without a picnic in the park with sweets provided by the Dupain- Cheng bakery. DJWIFI Fluff.
Author's Notes: This story was requested by Aeonthedimensionalgirl on Tumblr! I also have to thank rosesamurai on Tumblr for giving me the idea. I hope you all enjoy!
Alya had to admit it. Nino had done a bang-of-job of a date. He'd picked her up earlier that day and taken her out first to a light lunch at a cute little bakery, then they'd gone to the Louvre where a special program of storytelling through the ages was on displayed and then they'd gone to a quaint bookshop, a music shop where he demonstrated some of his awesome musical talent with a guitar, drums, and piano, and now they found themselves back in the park. It was much later into the afternoon. The day was still sunny and pleasant which was unusual for Paris but they didn't mind too much as it meant they now had the rare opportunity to have a picnic. Alya brushed a bit of her hair out of her face. The stubborn mass continued to bother her despite having wrangled it into a ponytail earlier that morning. Her skirt, white with orange flowers printed on it, was spread out around her and her exposed arms in the spaghetti-strapped tank were warmed by the sun above. Nino smiled as he presented their early dinner to her.
They had a little of everything. There were finger sandwiches, some pasta salad his mother had made, fruit, water and juices, and for desert, a bag brought especially from the Dupain-Cheng bakery, their logo, designed she thought with pride by Marinette, emblazoned on the front. She smiled. Their banter was light. He talked about wanting to be a DJ in the future and travel across all of Europe. She spoke on wanting to be a newswoman. Internationally known, traveling as well. They talked about the places they wanted to go: the UAE, America, Brazil, Japan (Nino snickered and said he wouldn't be surprised if Adrien magically appeared while they were there so he could geek over their culture), Thailand, Korea, and China (they'd drag Mari along for that one so she could at least say she visited her mother's home country at least once in her life). The list went on and on.
Then Alya mentioned getting a tattoo of the world and coloring in the places she managed to get to. That got them talking about tattoos. Nino wanted to get something musical in between his shoulder blades. She was thinking of getting a "Dream big" expression on her wrist and maybe a Ladybug and Cat's paw and her back.
Then they talked about the heroes.
Nino admitted to having a crush on both of them to which she only patted his hand and assured him it wasn't weird and that she did too. After all, who wouldn't love heroes like Ladybug and Chat? He smiled pleasantly and nodded, glad she understood and didn't think him weird.
While they talked, they ate. Eventually they got down to the bag of sweets from the Dupain- Cheng bakery and they munched happily on cookies and Danishes and cupcakes and croissants.
Alya groaned when they finally managed to polish off most of the bag. She flopped back on the picnic blanket and rubbed her aching belly. "That's it, no more," she groaned, closing her eyes, "That was too delicious Nino." He chuckled, packing up the dishes and everything else.
"You can thank my mom. She made the food. As for the sweets, you can thank Marinette for those." Alya opened one of her eyes.
"Marinette?"
He nodded. "Totally. Dudette was kind enough to ask her parents to provide us the sweets for our first date." She rolled her eyes. Clearly a thank-you text was needed later that evening. Then maybe a hug tomorrow. Nino shook the bag once more and she stared at him when he pulled out one final, but huge, chocolate chip cookie. "Here," he offered it to her, "It's the last one. No point in worrying about taking it home." She groaned and shook her head.
"No way. I'm too full. You eat it!" He raised an eyebrow.
"No, you eat it. You've got enough room for it I know it."
She sat up. "No seriously, you can have it."
"Alya, take it."
"Nino, I'm too full! I can't."
"Well I can't have it either." Now it was she who raised an eyebrow at him as she crossed her arms at him.
"And why not," she asked, a smile teasing on his lips. He floundered for a second. Eventually, he managed to shout out, "Because I'll get fat if I eat it!" She blinked. Her eyes raked over him before she managed to laugh out her response.
"If you're fat then I must be the sizes of a planet!" He smirked and joined in with her laughter. They quieted over a span of a few minutes and before either of them could debate what to do with the final sweet, Nino stood and left the blanket. She watched as he went up to a mother trying to wrangle three kids out of the park. He broke the cookie in three and offered it to her, she smiled thankfully and gave each of them one which helped to quiet them down. Alya smirked as he walked back to her.
"That's done," he returned the expression to her. "Ready to head home?"
"Yeah," she agreed, standing off of the blanket and brushing out her skirt. He grabbed the blanket, folded it back, and offered her a hand, a soft blush on his face. She took it gratefully and together, they headed out of the park, happy for the success of their first date.
