3. Day at the Park
"Smile, Adrien! Big smile! Think of mother's spaghetti!"
Adrien instead glanced over his photographer's shoulder, catching sight of Marinette chatting animatedly with Alya. As if sensing the weight of his eyes on her, she glanced over at him. Their eyes met and she lit up like the Eiffel Tower, pink lips parting in an open-mouthed grin as her eyes twinkled in the midday sun, hand raised in greeting.
"Aha! That's it, wonderful! Hold that pose!"
The smile that touched his face now came freely and lifted his head and heart high above the clouds, up in the sky almost as blue as her eyes. He couldn't remember seeing his photographer any more excitable as he snapped photograph after photograph, the camera's flash going off faster than lightning in a thunderstorm.
Besides, the box of what he was certain was quiche waiting beside Marinette served to give much more incentive than anyone's spaghetti ever could.