Marinette and Adrien

Alya, Nino, and Adrien walked into the Boulangerie patisserie on a Saturday, late into the morning. The hari was cool enough for baked good, but warm enough to enjoy ice cream. The trio were picking up their friend at her house to get lunch and then a special treat. Marinette was nowhere to be seen in the downstairs bakery.
“Good Morning Mrs. Cheng,” they greeted their Friends mother cheerily.
“Good morning, kids. Marinette is upstairs. She was feeling a bit dizzy this morning so she’s probably laying down. Go ahead and go on up.”
“Thank you,” Alya called as she lead the way upstairs...

Adrien sighed, relaxing in the cool night air. The Muzik from the entertainment hall drifted out to him from the opened windows. His suit was white, at his father’s insistence. But his white suit was the only nice thing about the evening. He’d gone to the ball his childhood best friend had thrown. Most everyone famous was there and Chloe had hung on his arm all night, forcing him to dance. Finally able to sneak away while she opened her gifts. The night air was refreshing and he knew he had stayed out past acceptable timing when the Muzik started to play again. But he couldn’t drag himself...