Feelings

A Bouquet of Sunflowers

A Bouquet of Sunfowers | Adrienette

"A bouquet of sunflowers please," a voice said.

The 60 year-old man slowly turned his back to face a beaming blonde, to which he gladly returns his gesture with a small smile. He nodded, "I will be right back, Mr. Agreste."

As a response, Adrien nodded with a polite smile on his face. He watched the old man to drop out of his sight, but it did not take too long for him to return to the counter with a bouquet of fresh sunflowers on his hand.

"Here," Mr. Fu, the owner of the flower shop, handed the flowers to the blonde. He looked at him and beamed, "the flowers were just gathered a while ago that is why it is still a bit damp and fresh-looking. Hope you do not mind, Adrien."

Adrien shook his head, "It is really fine, Mr. Fu. I do not really mind at all," he reached for his pocket to pull out his money and placed it on top of the counter. "thank you for the beautiful flowers!"

Mr. Fu smiled, nodding his head once.

He watched the blonde make his way out of his flower shop with his lips curved into a sly smile. As soon as he completely stepped out of the shop, a small light green creature zoomed out of the flower vase beside the other tall vases not far from the old man's counter. The creature quickly hovered beside his holder with a curious expression plastered on his face.

"What is he going to do with the flowers?" asked the little turtle kwami.

Master Fu shrugged in reply, while his smile grew wider. "Let us just hope that black cat would give it to his soulmate or to Marinette, to be exact."

Wayzz just stared at him with confusion, "Soulmate? Master, how did you know that Chat Noir's, Adrien's rather, soulmate is Marinette?"

"I just do," said the grinning 60 year-old.

* * *

Adrien nervously stood in front of his long time crush's bakery—his grasp on the bouquet getting tighter and tighter every second. His free hand slowly reached to the door to knock, but it immediately fell down to his side for the twentieth time.

"I cannot do it, Plagg," the anxious blonde shook his head, whipping his head to the side to look at his aggravated kwami. "What if sunflowers are not her type? What if I screw up? What if—."

"What if you just man up and knock on the damn door?" his kwami exclaimed exasperatedly. "You are a famous model for pete's sake, Adrien! I actually thought nervousness is not a part of your vocabulary anymore."

Adrien sighed, "I just really love her, Plagg. I do not want to screw up, especially right now since I am going to ask her out for tomorrow evening."

"I swear, just knock," the black kwami repeated with a bored look on his face.

The 22 year-old blonde exhaled deeply, "Here goes nothing."

He finally knocked on the door confidently, but his confidence immediately drained out of his body once the door swung open to reveal a petite bluenette.

Marinette widened her eyes, surprised that her former high school crush visited her house. She cracked a small smile, "Hey, Adrien. Long time no see, huh?"

She was extremely happy that she already stopped stuttering around Adrien, unlike during her high school years where she was even called as a stutterer.

"Y-yeah, long time no see, indeed," the blonde replied nervously while holding his nape.

The smirking bluenette leaned beside the door, and crossed her arms, "So, what brings you here, Adrien?"

Adrien gulped, "Uh, well, you see, I just wanted to ask you if—." his green eyes subconsciously trailed down to her hand which made him pause midway.

A gold band was looped on her ring finger.

". . . you are married?" a lump formed in his throat as he finished.

Marinette grinned widely, "Well, yes. I was married to Nathanaël last year. Sorry I did not get to invite you to our wedding, Adrien. I was informed that you were in Italy for a photo shoot that time, that is why I did not bother inviting you."

And just like that, game over for him.

The bouquet slipped from his grasp and dropped on the concrete floor with a soft thud. 

Maybe Master Fu was wrong, after all.