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Not to let her down harshly, famous model and influencer, Adrien Agreste, finds himself chatting with a super fan after accidentally clicking on an instagram notification.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX ! . . . 💋
Marinette was gifted a journal two Christmases ago by her mother. Nothing but Adrien filled the thin sheets of paper. The inc constantly repeating how much she loved him. She would never recover if someone besides Alya seen the words she wrote, but she's hides it with confidence when she hears the assistance bell ring from downstairs.
"Great," She mumbled, shoving the journal behind a portrait hung above her desk. It consisted of two brown horses running throughout an all green field, sunlight beaming down on their manes. It brought her comfort. However, the last time Alya had Nino over, he teased her about it.
The girl tied her hair into a low ponytail, pulling out the strands of hair that'd eventually fall out on their own. She grabbed her apron as she passed by the rack, adjusted it across her torso, swinging through the door.
Her mouth fell open when Adrien was standing behind the register awkwardly. He shot her a two-fingered wave as she entered.
"Hi," She said quietly. She feared he was still upset about what she and Alya did to his mother's garden, so she treaded lightly.
Adrien returned the smile, dimples indenting both cheeks. "Hi," He replied, moving closer to the counter, resting his arms atop. "how are you?"
Marinette laughed as a light blush took over her face. She drummed her fingers across the counter top, "You came all the way over here to ask how I am?" she asked incredulously.
Adrien shrugged, "Why wouldn't I?"
Marinette stared for a moment almost too long, watched as the blonde's eyes darted across her own features. She kept her smile apparent, "I would say because you have a phone, but..." she let the shrug she gave finish her sentence and Adrien's laugher filled the quietness of the room.
"So," He said, face scrunched up in difficult thought. "I actually came here to ask you a more important question."
Marinette's eyebrows raised on her forehead, and she grew nervous. She waited silently until the boy spoke again, taking a deep breath in, out, until he continued.
"Do you..." He said teasingly, standing up straight with a smug smile, holding out his hand. "Will you... join me for a date?"
The girl stifled her laugh, as Adrien was acting with his nonexistent skills. He looked nervous deep under the look visible on his face, hand shaking slightly as it waited for her confirmation.
