4

                                    

                                          
Mrs. Millet takes our order before leaving Adrien and I alone for a while. Another waitress came by and gave us our drinks. So far the whole time Adrien has just been looking around the small restaurant.
                          
"Have-Have you ever been in a diner be-before?" I ask drawing his attention to me.
                          
"Not really," he admits, his emerald eyes sparkling as he looks around the room some more, "usually I eat at home but when we do go out it's always to this fancy place with a giant fish tank."
                          
"Th-that's the Agreste requirements?" I start laughing, "a giant aquarium? That-that has to be a joke."
                          
"Sadly, its not. I seriously don't think I've ever gone to a restaurant without an aquarium," he tells me laughing a bit with me. Our laughter fades away a minute later but Adrien isn't done talking. "How do you know Mrs. Millet?"
                          
"Oh um my parents love to-to support family businesses," I start, "this was just our favorite. We haven't s-stopped coming here in years. Mrs. Millet and her family have seen me grow up."
                          
"Are there pictures of you here?" He asks smirking at me.
                          
"Oh um probably," I reply feeling my cheeks heat up. I don't want him to see the embarrassing photos I know are scattered across the wall.
                          
"Ooo where?" He asks excitedly.
                          
"I- please don't," I mumble.
                          
"I won't," he assures me with a small smile. "Can I ask you something, Marinette?"
                          
"Um..." my heart is beating out of control, "s-sure."
                          
"I've known you for over a year now," he starts, "why did you decide to finally talk to me a couple weeks ago? Well of course we've been friends but we've never hung out like this before. Okay now my question just sounds silly. Never mind."
                          
"No I-! It's kind of in-intimidating having a model sitting in front of you every class," I tell him leaving out a few things.
                          
"I try not to be," he frowns.
                          
"I-I know," I assure him. "It's not your fault."
                          
"Then why couldn't you-"
                          
"Are you guys ready for my famous Raclette?" Mrs. Millet asks bringing the giant block of cheese over to us.
                          
"Yes!" I exclaim happy to be out of that situation.
                          
--
                          
I snap the stick in half and watch the purple moth fly out of it. I'm beyond tired from the fight but it's finally over. I hope this isn't lasting damage from hitting my head the other day. I take out my yoyo and start twirling it.
                          
"No more evil doing do for you little Akuma," I mumble catching the Akuma easily.
                          
Once it's pure again I throw my lucky charm in the air and watch everything go back to normal. The victim thanks Chat Noir and I and soon it's just the two of us. He goes to do our usual fist bump but my head feels dizzy so I sit down.
                          
"M'lady?" Chat asks worriedly.
                          
"I'm okay," I sigh.
                          
"Are you sure?" He asks sitting next to me.
                          
"I'm just tired," I admit. "I had a long day and it's late."
                          
"Do you need to talk about it?" He asks but my miraculous beeps.
                          
"I'd love to Kitty but I'm on a timer," I inform him going to stand up.
                          
"Let me," he says standing up quick enough so he can help me up first.