"Marinette!" Marinette turned from her position cleaning the bakery windows, wobbling on the step ladder as she did.
"Yes papa?"
Marinette proceeded down the ladder steps, approaching her father.
"Could you deliver these macaron to Miss Bustier?" He handed her a box, covering the scent of freshly made macarons.
"Sure thing papa," Marinette took the box and raced to the door, barely avoiding the customer coming in.
"Still safe," she informed her parents as she proceeded out the door. Based on the row of carriages passing by, Marinette assumed the play at the theater must have just finished. Perfect timing as lamp lighters appeared, signaling the end of the day.
Marinette looked across the street, noticing an old man starting to cross during a brief moment where a carriage still had a ways before crossing. But that carriage was rapidly approaching.
Without a second thought, Marinette raced towards the middle of the road, pulling the old man back to the otherside with her. The carriaged passed them in a rush, the contents of the box spilling out.
"Thank you, miss. Oh! What a disaster," the old man lamented as Marinette scrambled to collect several of the fallen macarons into her apron pocket.
"Don't worry, I'm no stranger to disasters, besides, I can get a few more," Marinette offered one of the intact treats to the old man, who took it with a gentle smile.
"Mmmh. Delicious!"
Marinette returned the smile as she stood up.
"Have a nice evening sir, and be careful," Marinette raced back to the bakery, barely avoiding another customer exiting as she entered.
"Thank you very much, young lady," the old man pulled out a small hexagonal box, looking back at the bakery to see Marinette getting more macarons.