Sorry about last week's post! I didn't realize it posted funny like that. Here's what it was SUPPOSED to be!

"What a night!" The lack of sleep finally caught up to the young heroine. She was grateful for the sweatshirt and pants Marinette had run to get for her. The bakery wasn't too far by yo-yo. Walking through the streets of Paris in one's pajamas was simply not done. Pollen snuggled deeper into the cozy material.

"We will certainly sleep well tonight, my queen." The kwami snuggled closer to Chloe, proud of how much her chosen had grown. "How much farther to the hotel?"

Chloe checked the GPS on her phone. "We're probably about another 15 minutes out, walking. My feet feel like lead! Ugh, I don't know if I can make it home like this- wait, who's calling me this late?"

Pollen popped out from the collar of the sweatshirt to get a better look at the buzzing screen. It was an unknown number.

"Answer it!"

"Hush." Chloe cautiously hit the green button and held the phone to her ear. "Uh, hello?"

"Chloe! Thank goodness! Are you okay?"

"Who is this? How did you get my number?"

"Oh, sorry. This is Nathaniel. From school? Marinette gave me your number the other day in the art room."

Realizing she didn't have a stalker, Chloe began to breathe easy again. Only Pollen noticed the flush that had crept up the girl's neck. "S-sure. Kurtsberg. But why are you calling me? It's almost four in the morning…"

"Well, uh… I was watching the coverage of the akuma attack and something in my gut told me to check on you. Did you not see my other calls?"

Pulling the phone away from her face, Chloe checked her missed calls log. Yep. There were… "FIFTEEN missed calls? Kurtsberg, you better be grateful that I've got an unlimited plan!" Chloe huffed as she heard him chuckle. "Well, thank you for your concern. I've got to go-"

"Wait! You sounded frazzled when you answered. Are you sure you're okay?"

Chloe checked her surroundings as she continued walking. "Other than thinking some random creep got ahold of my number? Yeah. I'm fine. I just ended up about 20 minutes from my house during the fight. I'm heading home now."

"Alone? At this time of night? Do you want me and my mom to come get you and take you home?"

Chloe stumbled. This boy who she's barely started to be nice to wanted to wake up his mother at this ungodly hour to make sure she got home safely. Not many people cared about her like that… She felt her pulse beat a little faster. "N-no thanks. I'd probably make it home by the time you guys would get here."

Now she felt the heat from her cheeks. "But, um… w-would you mind staying on the phone with me until I get there? It shouldn't be too much longer." Chloe could almost hearthe poor boy blush as he stuttered.

"Uh… y-yeah. I c-can do that. What do you want to talk about? If you ended up that far from home, did the akuma do something to you?"

"That's none of your business!" Chloe snapped. She immediately regretted it. She sighed. Pollen patted her neck, encouraging patience. "I'm sorry, Kurtsberg. The akuma- Sandboy- made you see your worst nightmare. It's still a bit fresh…"

"Are you up for talking about it?"

Looking up, Chloe realized that she had made it home sooner than she anticipated. Looking at her phone, she discovered that she didn't want this conversation with the tomato-headed artist to end.

"Chloe?"

"Um… not tonight. I actually just got home. It's really late and I'm tired." Chloe held the phone to her chest, heart beating much faster than it normally did. Weird. "But…would you want to have lunch tomorrow to talk about it? It might do me some good to talk it over with someone…" She giggled as she heard pencils hitting the floor on the other end of the line.

"Y-yeah! W-we can do that. Tomorrow's Saturday, so I'm not doing much. I know this great café near the school that won't be too busy. Uh… and I remember how much you liked that sketch I did of Queen Bee a few weeks ago. I can bring some of the new ones I've done if you want to see them."

Leaning against the brick wall of the hotel, Chloe suppressed a grin. He's been drawing me again!"Yeah. I would like that." Sensing that the conversation was finally at an end, she took a deep breath. "Nathaniel, we're… friends… right?" Chloe grew nervous as silence dominated the space. "Nathaniel?"

"If we're not now, I look forward to becoming your friend."

That made her smile. "Thanks, Kurtsberg. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Chloe! Good night."

"Night." Ending the call, Chloe stepped into the building. Butler Jean was there to greet her with Mister Cuddly and a mug of warm milk. "Jean-Pascal! How could you be expecting me this late?"

"I saw Mademoiselle outside on the phone and whipped something together. I figured after a night like tonight, you could use something comforting. I am glad to see you home safe, Miss Chloe." The normally stoic servant let slip a relieved smile. "Oof!" Butler Jean found himself with a crying Chloe wrapped around his middle. "Is everything alright, Mademoiselle?"

Chloe wiped the tears from her cheeks. "It is now. Thanks for always being there for me, Jean…" She pulled herself away from the man. "I am so sorry! After all these years, I don't know your actual name!"

Butler Jean chortled as he drew back in for another hug. "It is fine, Mademoiselle. You never could remember it. It makes me smile to see what you come up with." He steered her towards the elevator, handing off the bear and the mug. "It's late and high time that you were in bed, Mademoiselle."

Smiling through the tears, Chloe clutched Mister Cuddly to her chest. "Jean-Louis, just call me Chloe. You've deserved it."