"We meet again, Agreste." Marinette stared at Adrien from her park bench. "Hey, good to see you too, Marinette. May I sit here with you?" She nodded. "So, I really like the pink stripe in your hair, and I was wondering….." Adrien had now turned a very red color and it had nothing to do with the chilly air around them. "If you could do my hair too?" "Pink," Marinette stared at him. "You want to dye your hair pink. Pink doesn't seem like your color, Adrien."
"No, no! Not pink, but maybe a different color?" "I have the whole rainbow array of colors back home. Come on, let's see what we can do." "You mean, we can hang out?" "We are unless the hairspray is going to appear magically in front of me. Let's go."
"You know, I've been meaning to talk you at lunch, but I was working up the courage to do." Marinette kept her face indifferent, but inside she felt pleased. Claw was the only person she talked to on a daily basis. "What, you scared?" "No. I respect you, and I'm kinda shy." "I know the feeling."
Marinette relaxed when they got home, and she walked over to her mini salon. "Your room is beautiful," Adrien said, admiringly. "I can see that pink is your favorite color."
"Sit down in this chair here, and we'll get started." She gently pushed on his chest, and Adrien sat down with a thump. "Sorry, sorry!" she whirled, making sure Adrien couldn't see her scarlet face. She did that all the time with Claw, but that was because she was so comfortable around him. Why did she feel so comfortable around Adrien? "Marinette," she felt a warm sensation, fingers wrapping around hers. "Its okay."
She turned and looked at Adrien. "Thanks for understanding." Her eyes were a dark bluebell, and Adrien loved her shade of blue.
The room soon begin to smell of hairspray and Marinette set to work. Adrien sighed, keeping his eyes closed, but not all because of the hairspray. Marinette had that soft touch he yearned for. Beneath her tough persona, he could Marinette was a sweet person.
"Okay, you can open your eyes," she said, grabbing the mirror and handing it to him. "Wow, I love it. Your really talented." "I'm still learning the ways of a designer, but thanks." "Did you want to grab a snack, by chance?"
Marinette nodded, and soon they were seated at a small cafe, a pile of warm chocolate chips cookies and two cold glasses of milk between them as they swapped stories back and forth. Marinette's heart was light, for she now could say she had another friend. Little did she know, her partner sat across from her, the one she loved and hated at the same time.