"I'm so, so sorry!" I blush a beet red color. "Can I offer you a clean sleeve?" Adrien smiles a nice smile. "And get your pretty blouse dirty? Don't worry, napkins aren't hard to find." Adrien walks over and grabs a wad, then returns to me.

"I should have been looking where I was going," I babble on. "I thought it looked like you, and then I give you a coffee surprise!" "Am I that famous?" he looks up from dabbing at his suit. "To me you are. And you'll never get the stain out that way. Come with me, I have water and soap at my table."

Soon, all that remains of the coffee splash is a wet patch. "I read your father's magazine very chance I get," I tell Adrien. "In fact, I'm a fashion designer too." "Its obvious you know who I am, but I don't know yours." Adrien's eyes twinkle, and for the life of me, I can't remember my name.

"My is name is….uh….Marmalade!" I blurt, clapping a hand to my mouth. Stop talking, Marinette! He's going to think your clumsy and a dork and that is not a combination you want with fries! Okay, deep breath, try again.

"Marinette, my name is Marinette," I squeak out, extending my hand. "Very pleased to meet you, Marinette. Here, let me replace your drink." "Adrien, you don't have to do that."

"Yes, I do. I saw you enjoying your drink when I came in, and it would be a shame it went to waste. I'll be back."

I sit down in my seat, heart thumping, and I rummage in my bag for my compact. Yep, still me, with bright bluebell eyes, pink cheeks, and racing heart.

"I got you a chocolate croissant too," Adrien sets my order down on the table. "Thank you. But I don't know how to repay you. Oh, please sit." Adrien sits down across from me, stroking his chin. I notice he has a nice jawline. "How about you buy me a jar of Marmalade and we'll be even?"

I groan, and burst into giggles. "You've got yourself a deal." "Here's my card," Adrien slides across to me and I stow it in my purse.

"So, how did you get into the fashion business?" Adrien asked, propping his chin on his hand. Talking about fashion comes easy to me, and I no longer feel nervous. I tell Adrien how I've been feeling burned out, and seriously considering taking some time off.

"What a coincidence," he says, running his hand through his hair. Even mussed up, it looks perfect. "I've been feeling that way myself and I'm giving myself a break."

I clear my throat. "Adrien, since I owe you a jar of Marmalade and we need things to occupy our time would you….like to hang out?" Adrien tilts his head. "You mean like dates?" My cheeks burn. "No, no! I mean, you probably have a girlfriend already, I just really need a friend, and…" I have to breathe… "Your the nicest and easiest boy I've ever talked to so…." "Whoa, Marinette! Slow down. I'd like to spend time with you, and actually I'm single."

"When works for you?" I scramble in purse again, looking for my appointment calendar. "Tomorrow morning alright? We could breakfast and we could go to this cozy bookstore." "That sounds perfect. Will you pick me up around nine?" Maybe its my tiredness, but I swear Adrien's eyes soften as he answers. "Nine."

"Thanks again for the coffee," I gather my things and head out. I head back home, ordering the pizza instead of picking it up, then flop down on the couch.

I'm hanging out with Adrien Agreste tomorrow, I think to myself. Then I leap off the couch and head over to my computer. I need to fill in my time-off and now I don't feel guilty about it.

I meant what I said when I told Adrien he was kind. Most boys would have walked away in disgust. I've never been great at making friends, though work helped me pull me out of my shell.

Growing up in my parents bakery, I was always needed, and when they could manage it was school or sewing. I send off my sheet as the doorbell rings, and my hot pizza arrives.

I settle in the couch and munch away, and have ice cream for dessert. When its time for bed, I change into comfy sweats and pull my hair back in a ponytail.

When was the last time I dressed like this? Ugh, I should have taken time off sooner. I fall asleep quickly, and I happily hit the snooze button at five. The perks of vacation are sweet.

I shower and dress in a pink tank and jean jacket, fidgeting in the mirror. Its just hanging out, I tell myself. No pressure, other then you babbling again.

Adrien arrives at nine, and when I see his tan cashmere sweater and designer jeans, I want to go back in and change. "Marinette, there just clothes," he reminds me. I nod, stepping out into the cool morning.

"So, what did you do last night?" he asks. "Um, binged watched some Netflix and ate pizza and ice cream," I joke. "That sounds fabulous. Anything good?" "Great British Baking Show." "I wish I knew how to cook," Adrien says. "Not the fancy stuff, either. I just want to learn how to flip a pancake."

"I could teach you." "Would you? I could enter an art piece of how many pancakes are stuck to my ceiling." I laugh. "Sounds like a challenge."

Adrien holds the door for me when we arrive at Starbucks and I hear a few whispers as we stand in line. Adrien seems at ease, and I order my drink with confidence.

The first day of my holiday has begin and its already off to a good start. Adrien lets me pick our booth, and just like that hang out time has begun.