Hey, friends! Welcome back to Tables! I hope you all have enjoyed the first chapter, because things are about to get real...

Adrien's POV

Adrien had said the magic words, and soon he was racing across rooftops as his alter ego, Chat Noir. Now, where was The Dupain-Cheng bakery? He had been there before, over the years, but now it was slipping his mind. Could she live near the school? That seemed most reasonable, he could vaguely remember Alya mentioning in years past that she lived nearby. However, that day, Marinette had been late to school. Don't ask how Adrien remembered this, because he himself had no clue as to how he did either. He was about to give up and go home, when he saw her. Bathed in moonlight, she stood on her balcony. She appeared to be staring at the stars, and from the distance Chat could still see the glistening orbs reflecting in her eyes. But, he quickly shook the thoughts out of his head as he realized she had turned to look at him. Shoot. Had he been staring?

"Chat Noir? What are you doing here?" She seemed to whisper to the wind. Chat bounded over on all fours and landed on her railing.

"Marinette, right? I was doing some patrolling tonight, and I expected everyone to be asleep. What are you doing out this late?" Chat spoke quietly, afraid he would scare her more than he thought Adrien did.

"Ha, I could ask you the same question." She retorted. But then she softened, and said, "Sorry, I was just lost in thought I guess. I think I may have also lost track of time."

"You don't sound very sure of that. Come on, what's buggin' you?" As Chat said this, she gave him a sideways, shocked glance, but it was only for a split second. Her face quickly went back to normal. What could that mean? Did he say something wrong?

"Promise you won't laugh." She looks him straight in the eye.

"Cat's honor!" Chat put his hand over his heart.

"Good. Well, how do I say this. It's about a boy, I guess." She paused before continuing. "So, I happen to have a huge crush on this boy in my class. I've liked him for about, let's say, four years? And yet, he only sees me as a friend, no matter how hard I try to get him to see me. Heck, I can barely even speak to him! My words come out all jumbled, and messed up, and he sits so patiently for me to finish! He's so kind, and gentle, I don't think he has a single mean bone in his body. I just wish that he would see me as more than a friend." Marinette spoke softly, lost in the stars. Chat stared in wonder. Who could she possibly have a crush on?

"Well, are you going to ask him to that party you are going to?" Chat asked.

"How did you know about the party?!" She answered, incredulous.

"Let's just say I have an inside source." Chat responded quickly.

"Huh." She said quietly, lost in thought.

"I heard you were making outfits for the party too, what are they going to look like?" He asked, although he already kind of knew.

"Ah, it's a bit embarrassing talking to you about this, but we are actually going dressed as you and Ladybug... it was my friend Alya's idea, really." Marinette answered. Chat leaned closer to her, with widened eyes.

"You wouldn't happen to be a fan of mine, would you?" Chat said with a devilish smirk on his face. Marinette's face turned pink.

"Sh-shut up." She grumbled, as she turned redder still.

"Your blush says otherwise, princess." Chat said, leaning impossibly closer. She audibly swallowed, turning to look into his eyes. If chat hadn't been paying attention, he would have fallen straight off the railing at this. "Tell me," he continued, "who is this boy you have feelings for?" He spoke barely loud enough for her to hear. He glanced down at her lips, wondering how she would react if he kissed her. Woah! Where did that thought come from! Again, he tried to shake these thoughts out of his head, but when she looked at the floor of the balcony and whispered his own name, his civilian name, he lost it. She looked back up at him with slightly parted lips and dilated eyes. Chat wasn't thinking. He reached a hand up to her cheek, and looking at her fondly, he gently brushed his lips against her own. Then, he disappeared into the night.