My Stalker

Dirt

Marinette was rearranging the plants on her balcony so she could access everything better when she watered them.

She was moving some dark purple petunias when she tripped over her watering can and fell into the railing. She caught herself, but the pot fell down to the street below.

When she didn't hear her pot break, she glanced down but couldn't see the pot or her petunias anywhere.

She heard a voice from behind her say, "I believe this is yours." and whirled around to face a tall man wearing a black suit and mask. He was holding her pot with the petunias in it but when she looked closer she realized that there wasn't any dirt left.

"Where did all the dirt go?" she asked as she looked up at him. It was then that she saw all the dirt in his hair, "Oh."

She stared at him for a moment before bursting out laughing. She picked up her petunias and perched them on his head. "There's more dirt on your head than in the pot," she giggled. "What did you do? Dump it on your head?"

"No, someone threw it on my head," he pretended to glare but his eyes twinkled at her.

"Really?" she pretended to gasp. "Who would do such a thing?"

"I don't know, they disappeared before I got a good look, but I know they were very pretty."

She blushed, "O-oh really?"

"Yeah, wish I could've met them, I would've asked them to let me take them on a date to make it up to me."

She was sure that her face was bright red now.

"Are you okay? Your face is all red," he teased.

"Uhhh. . . Y-yep! Just pine. I-I mean fine. You're hot. I mean. Is it hot in here?" she fanned at her face.

"We're outside," he smirked. "And was that a Freudian slip I heard, Purrincess?" he leaned towards her, making the petunias fall and hit her in the face, smudging dirt on her face and hair.

She squeaked and started coughing.

When she was finished, he grinned sheepishly, "Sorry, Purrincess, I forgot about that."

"I-it's fine," she paused. "What's your name?"

"Chat Noir at your service, M'lady," he bowed low over her hand and kissed it, looking up and staring into her eyes. "And you are?"

"M-Marinette," she squeaked.

"Marinette. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he kissed her hand again.

She hadn't thought it was possible for her face to be any hotter, but she was proved wrong.

"Now that we've introduced ourselves, would you like to have dinner sometime?" he straightened up and smiled at her.

"U-uhh. . . S-sure."

"Perfect, I'll come for you at seven," he leaped away, calling behind him. "Wear something nice."

"S-see you at seven," she called back.

She finished watering her plants and went inside to make her dress, thinking all the while about that mysterious man whom she never would have met if she hadn't dropped a pot full of dirt on his head.