Accident of the Evening

Planning and Designing

"See you Thursday kitty," the girl smiled, her hand waving at him over her head as the door swung shut behind her.

Holy crap he was in love.

She was elegant as a swan when she danced, when she moved, and she was sassy and funny and passionate. Oh, she was the most amazing girl he had ever met.

He considered going after her, ripping his mask of and telling her what he thought of her, but the way she had hesitated with her mask. He realised how important it was to her. She must have been shy, especially before the lesson.

Adrien pulled off his mask and shoved it in his bag as he left the studio.

"What on earth is that goofy smile for, bro?" a familiar voice.

Adrien was so glad he had changed clothes whilst his head was in the clouds about that girl; the last thing he needed was for Nino to give him crap about dancing.

"N-nothing. How are you?"

"Not so good man," Nino said with a sigh as they headed to the carpark. "Alya wants to take me to the ball on the weekend."

"Wait, you didn't ask her?" Adrien asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I don't wanna go, I mean it'll just be a bunch of rich people being all snobby and rich, no offense," he added and Adrien laughed.

"I have to go, you know. It's in the family name and my dad is in Milan, so yeah. I mean, you guys should all come though. You, Alya, Marinette... if you were there it might actually be fun." Adrien told him as they reached his car.

"You and Marinette seem to be getting pretty close," Nino punched his friend's shoulder affectionately before putting his bag in his car.

"Well, yeah, I mean, she's really nice," Adrien began but he was unsure how to finish. "Anyway, you should come on to the ball, take Alya and have a good time."

"Dude, I don't even know how to dance, I'm usually the one making the music, you know?"

"Isn't the University putting on lessons for everyone?" Adrien asked, pretending like he wasn't sure. He wondered if the mystery girl would be there.

"I am not going to that. At least, not alone," Nino added, looking at his friend meaningfully.

"What?"

"Come with me?"

"I already know how to dance," Adrien protested, but his mind was already there. He could watch, see who danced like his lady of luck. Maybe he could figure out who she was.

"Look, it's important to Alya, but I am not embarrassing myself on my own. Please? I'll owe you?"

"What's on the table?" Adrien asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Free entry to my brother's club for the next month?"

"People let me in for free anyway because of my name," Adrien grinned. "How about free drinks for two months," he countered.

"Two months?" Nino protested.

"Hey, I don't go that often; I might only be able to use it a couple times. I just want to cover my bases."

"You're rich. You don't need to cover your bases."

"Fine," Adrien turned with a small smirk on his face. "Have fun explaining to Alya," he said as he began to walk away.

"Ugh okay! Man, you drive a hard bargain," Nino sighed.

Adrien grinned and turned back around, making a mental note to tip extra next time he was there to make up for the free drinks.