"Hey, you've reached Adrien Agreste's voicemail, leave a message," the automated voice said. Marinette hung up with a sigh, looking at her Kwami. "Tikki, we always tell each other goodnight. You don't think he's mad at me, do you?"
"Oh, no, Marinette. Adrien thinks the world of you. I'm sure the solution will figure itself out. Tomorrow, I'm sure Adrien will be knocking on the door with flowers."
But Marinette wasn't listening. "A solution! And since I can't say goodnight to the real Adrien…" Tikki watched curiously as Marinette uncorked one of her many pictures, and took a piece of sticky tape, giggling as she taped it to her pillow.
"It will be like Adrien's right here beside me," Marinette's glowed. "Like a body pillow!" Marinette snuggled down, hugging her lavender scented pillow close. "Good night, Adrien," she whispered, her eyes closing.
Brring! Marinette leaped up, fumbling with her phone as if it were a hot potato. "Adrien!" she chirped, cheeks flushing pink. "Hey!"
"I'm so sorry, Marinette. Felix and I were playing chess and I completely lost track of time." "Oh, no biggie," Marinette said. "Wait, is that a picture of me? On your pillow?"
"Gottogoloveyoubye," Marinette clicked off, squeaking as she tossed her phone. Nikki gave her a side eye from her spot on the mattress. "At least you didn't call him Hot Stuff," she muttered.
Marinette groaned, ducking under the covers. She hoped fervently he would forget the whole thing, but she still held her pillow close as she drifted off to sleep.