The hazards of being a bakers daughter# adrianette & ladynoir

Now he knew

"I know it's a bit early," she told him, smiling as she shrugged, "but I wanted to give it to you while they were fresh."

She pulled a brown paper bag out from behind her back, decorated with christmas trees, stockings, and snowflakes. Barely daring to breath, Adrien accepted the gift, carefully opening the familiar paper and pulling out one of a dozen cookies.

"They're sugar cookies," she told him happily.

Adrien struggled to form words, but his mind was stubbornly stuck on the odd deja vu that was unfolding in front of him.

She frowned at him nervously and added, "You like sweets, right?"

"Yes, actually, I do," he managed to force out, his lungs suddenly remembering how to breath. "You just surprised me—I wasn't expecting this. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome," she told him with a grin. "Alright, Kitty. Why don't you get yourself home before your tail freezes off."

He laughed, folding the bag back up and trying not to let her see his shaking hands. "Right. And we're still patrolling on Sunday?"

"If you don't mind," she told him, seeming a bit hesitant. "I feel bad to ask you to come out on Christmas Eve, but I can't help but feel like it's better to be safe."

"I already told you it's fine," he assured her. He couldn't seem to drag his gaze away from the bag in his hands. "Don't worry so much."

"Cool." She flashed him a grin, and it hit him plain as day—he could tell perfectly clearly now that it was Marinette's smile. As if the bag and cookies hadn't been proof enough. "I'll see you then!"

With that Marinette dashed off, heading East towards her father's bakery.

He was so screwed...