It has a happy ending....right? {COMPLETED}

Chapter 7

 As the sun peeked through the blinds of his windows, Adrien rubbed his eyes, denying reality. Despite the bidaily workout routines and the stamina he gained over the past two years, he still felt his legs sore from the high-speed chasing the night before.

He stumbled out of bed, making his way to the kitchen and opening cabinets mindlessly and hoping to find something appealing to his hunger. "Cereal." He mumbled to himself. His brain was still too tired to function but he did have a lunch date with Marinette at...

He looked at the clock on the stove. His 'lunch' with Marinette was in two hours, so he settled for brunch, skipping his starting meal and making a coffee. Tikki sat on the cushion of the couch that looked huge compared to her small size. "Good morning Adrien," She smiled, quickly hovering near him.

"Tikki? How long have you been awake?" He yawned, stretching his arms into the air, mimicking a cat's way of stretching when it first woke up.

"Since 9:00, you really must've been exhausted last night, huh?" She asked.

"Yeah, did you get something to eat?"

"Yeah, I had a cookie," She smiled sheepishly, knowing that he wouldn't be happy with her breakfast choice.

"You should have woken me up, I could've made you something,"

"Nonsense, you were tired so I let you sleep," She smiled before getting another cookie from the pantry.

While Tikki sat watching the excitement of the soap opera show she had shown interest in recently, Adrien hopped in the shower and quickly cleansed himself of the worries from the previous night. As he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, Tikki pointed out a marking on his arms. They were bruises from that night, a yellow tint over his skin.

"Do they hurt?" She asked, poking at the bruise.

"No, it must've only been a small bump of some kind," He shrugged, not being able to think of what might have caused the bruises, but they were the least of his worries. He quickly changed into his outfit of the day. White polo with navy blue loose jean shorts that ended just below his knees.

As he arrived at the restaurant they agreed to meet at, he spotted Marinette sitting at an outdoor table, an umbrella covering her with shade. She tucked loose hairs behind her ear, her bold hairstyle catching his attention. The space buns that sat atop her head seemed to be securely placed on, but it was definitely her real hair. Fly-away hairs on the buns complemented the shape nicely and her pink loose crop top with an image written on in white lettering looked amazing on her pale skin.

As he followed the waitress to the table where Marinette sat, he saw the smile she had given him so many times in the past roll onto her face, a sparkle of energy in her eyes. She had a glass of orange juice sitting in front of her while a folded menu laid on the table next to it.

"Hey Adrien," She smiled. She stood up to hug him before they both quickly sat down.

"Hey, did you order yet?" He asked, feeling hunger creeping upon him. If he didn't eat soon he would start to become hangry and he didn't want to be cranky around Marinette.

"I got myself an orange juice and one for you too," She looked at the glass that was placed on a coaster in front of him. He must've been so distracted by her appearance that he didn't notice the drink at all. "I hope that's alright,"

"Yeah, Thank you," He smiled before picking up the menu and eagerly looking at the dish names. He had never been to this restaurant before but he took notice of the decorative sign out front before as he passed by it on the street.

"I'm going to get the salad," She said to herself, placing the menu down on the table.

"That's it?" He asked, half-heartedly.

"Yeah, I'm on a diet right now and my trainer wants me to eat healthier," She explained, taking a sip of her drink.

"Your trainer?" He cocked his head, matching his eyebrow.

"Yeah. I've been seeing a gym trainer to help me exercise," She explained. She needed to build up her stamina if she was going to escape from her crimes as Ladynoire. Adrien huffed, not knowing how to respond to her statement.

As they chatted throughout their lunch, Adrien noticed Marinette's hand had lingered near his, placing it only a few inches from his on the glass tabletop. He didn't mind it being there, but he took notice anytime she would move it, only to move it back a few moments later. When they were both leaving, he noticed how Marinette stayed close until she had to go to her car, and how her fingers brushed against his briefly she quickly pulled it into herself, fiddling with them in her hand.

"Hey, Adrien," Marinette asked, stopping just before she ducked into her car. "How about we make this a weekly routine if it's okay with you,"

"Ok, every Saturday morning at 12:30, we'll meet here," He smiled before getting into the driver's seat of his car. Marinette did the same, waving at him as she left through her car window. The car she owned was a black Audi Sportback, decorated with a small cat decal in the back window. The decal was a simple cat outline, with neon green highlighting the eyes.