A/N: Hey MLB Fans!

I hope you guys enjoyed the last chapter! It was definitely fun and enjoyable to write. This chapter is a little bit interesting and I'm warning you now, it's got a bit of cute angst. Have fun reading!

-geeekygirl20000

Marinette ended the phone call with Adrien and danced around her room.

"Adrien asked me out!" she thought to herself. Then stopped in front of her mirror to look at her clothes and hair.

"That's not going to work," she said to her reflection as she dialed Alya's number.

"Hey Mari,"

"Hey Alya, I need some help,"

"Sure girl, what's up?"

"So, Adrien asked me out on a date…"

Marinette pulled the phone away from her ear as Alya fangirled and smiled. After a few moments, she placed the phone back to her ear and could hear Alya breathing in deeply.

"Are you done?"

"Yep, give me the deets"

Marinette told her what happened during the call with Adrien. When she was finished, Alya was silent for a few minutes.

"What are you going to wear?"

"I was hoping you could help me with that,"

"Ok, let me think,"

The line was quiet for a while and Marinette assumed Alya was pulling up an image in her head of Marinette's closet.

"Ok, that dress that's pink. Wear that with your hair down,"

"Alright, and shoes?"

"Your pink flats"

"Ok, anything else?"

"Nope, unless you have a question you need answering,"

"Naw I'm good,"

"Ok, talk to you later?"

"Absolutely. I know that you are going to want details about everything afterwards,"

"She knows me so well. Ok Mari, I'll be expecting a call or text later regarding your date,"

"I know, bye Alya,"

"Bye Mari"

Marinette ended the phone call and got to work on her dress and hair. When she finished her hair, she set up the music stands that she and Adrien were going to need. When she was done, it had been a half hour and her mom was calling her down stairs.

When Marinette got downstairs, she froze in her tracks. Standing in front of her was Adrien with a bouquet of flowers, their folder of music, his trumpet, and his cello.

"Hi Marinette," he said as he handed her the roses. "These are for you,"

Marinette took them and smiled, they were her favorite color of pink. A pale pink rose. She looked at her mother who was watching with a smile. Her mother gave a nod.

"I'm going to go put these in a glass of water. I trust you know the way to my room,"

Adrien smiled at her, and she thought she saw a small blush on his face, then he picked up his trumpet and began to make his way to her room to set up for a round of music before dinner. Marinette made her way to the kitchen and filled a vase with water, then she carried them back to her room. Upon reaching her room, she heard the sound of a trumpet playing something familiar. With a gasp, she realized where she recognized it from. It was the song she played when they first started playing together, back when they didn't know who they were playing with. Had it really only been a week since they met? It felt like they've known each other for years, not a week.

Marinette smiled and entered her room, Adrien had his back to her, so she put down her vase on the desk, picked up her flute, and joined him. She watched him as she played, his back straightened and he turned to face her. He was tapping his foot to the time signature and together, they made the melody that they played the first time they heard each other. When they ended the song, they were both out of breathe, so they both went out to the balcony to take a breather.

After a while of listening to the busy, France sounds, Adrien spoke.

"It's been awhile since we played that,"

Marinette nodded and looked at him. "That was a lot of fun," she said after staring into his green eyes. "Shall we go play some more?"

Adrien turned and looked at her. She gasped, for there was a fire in his eye that she saw only when he was extremely excited about something.

"Let's write another song," he said after a while.

Marinette smiled and nodded. "Ok,"

After an hour, Adrien looked at his watch and grinned.

"What?" Marinette asked as she put her flute on her lap.

"It's five o'clock. Do you want to go to dinner now?"

Marinette laughed. She had completely forgotten that they were going to go to dinner.

"Of course," she said after she finished laughing. "Let me tell mamon and get my purse,"

Adrien nodded and started putting his instruments away. Marinette left and asked her mother if she could go to dinner with Adrien.

"Of course you can go, just be back by nine," Sabine told her.

"Ok deal,"

"If you are going to be a little late do too restaurant complications, call me. Alright?"

"Ok," Marinette hugged her mother. "Thank you mamom,"

Sabine hugged her back, then shoved her towards the door to the stairs.

"Go on, you'll be late if you don't go now,"

Marinette laughed and headed up to her room. When she went inside, she gasped. Adrien had cleaned up the instruments and put the music stands away. Her flute was even inside the closet and the door was locked. Adrien was standing in front of her and put his elbow out for her to grab. She did so.

"Shall we go, Princess?" he asked as he started down the stairs with her in tow.

"I think you already know the answer to that," Marinette answered as she stopped at the door to get her jacket. Adrien just laughed at her.

"Where are we going anyway?" she asked him as he laced his hand in hers.

"We are going to a very special place, it's the last place my mother took me before she disappeared,"

Marinette squeezed his hand and stopped him. "We don't have to go there if you don't want to,"

He was silent, then pulled her into a hug.

"I want to take you there," he whispered into her ear. He let go of her and grabbed her hand again. "It's important to me,"

They approached the Eiffel Tower and took the elevator to the restaurant inside. The sign read "Tour Eiffel Restaurant". They sat down at a table next to a window with a view of the city below. After ordering, Marinette looked at Adrien who was looking back at her.

"So, you came here with your mother before she disappeared?"

Adrien nodded. "Yeah, we shared one of their meals, it was very nice,"

Marinette got the message, he didn't want to talk about it.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?" she asked after a few moments of an awkward silence.

Adrien's eyes lit up with the fire she saw only an hour before, "Yeah! It should be great! I can't wait to see who wins this year!"

"Yeah, and the duets and solos should be great,"

Adrien nodded.

Before Marinette could ask about his solo, the food arrived and Adrien began to eat. After a while, she watched over her cup as Adrien put his fork down and he grabbed her hand. Marinette almost spit out her soda, but stopped it before it could come out.

"Marinette, would you...mom?"

Marinette spun around to look where Adrien was looking just in time to watch a woman with blonde hair disappear behind a corner. Marinette looked back at Adrien. He squeezed her hand tighter and looked at her. A tear rolled down his cheek.

"Excuse me, sir?" said a waitress.

Adrien looked up at her, but didn't let go of Marinette's hand.

"Yes?" he said.

"This note was left for you by that woman with the blonde hair. Kind of like yours," she handed him a note.

"Can I pay you for our meals?" he asked.

"Certainly sir. But do you want dessert?"

"No thank you," he looked at Marinette with an apologetic look, but she smiled at him.

"And this is for you, for giving me the note," he said as he handed her a 20.

"That's very kind of you sir," she said then went off.

"I'm sorry, but this is huge. I'm gonna have to take you home,"

Marinette looked at him and smiled.

"Oh heck no. You are my friend and clearly," she gestured at their hands that were still intertwined. "You need some support. I'm helping you with this,"

Adrien smiled and nodded. Then they set off on the hunt for his mother.