Accident of the Evening

Surprises

Wednesday morning always brought Adrien a small sense of relief. Wednesday's he had his Uni classes and then he had a chunk of free time to do whatever he liked. He had always been appreciative of Nathalie and he ability to always magically schedule him one afternoon off. Even if it was in the middle of the week.

Adrien was thinking about visiting Marinette's family bakery in town, to be able to taste the treats fresh from the oven, he could feel his mouth water as he thought about it. Adrien asked Gideon to drop him off at the shops by campus so he could pick up some food to share for lunch with his friends.

Adrien wandered the aisles, unsure of what the girls would like.

"Hey Adrien," a voice called, and he turned to see Nino's girlfriend smiling at him.

"Alya, hey. How are you?"

"I'm tired," Alya grinned. "I was at Marinette's last night."

"What did you guys stay up talking or something?" he smiled.

"No, that girl, when she gets designing, she doesn't stop. She's halfway through my dress for the Ball. She went to bed after me."

"Is she here?" Adrien asked, finding himself leaning forward and craning his neck around the aisles.

"No, she fell back asleep when I left," Alya chuckled. Adrien felt his shoulders slump a little but kept a smile on his face. "Actually, can you call her and wake her? Oh and ask her to bring my phone, I left it at her house this morning when I ducked home to change."

"Um, yeah sure," Adrien replied, feeling his heart beat a little faster as he pressed call. He had never called Marinette before, and he hated to wake her, especially as he remembered how she looked when he saw her sleeping the other day.

"H-Hello?" Marinette yawned into the phone.

"Hey, Mari, it's Adrien. Alya asked me to call you to make sure you were up."

"Adrien?" her voice broke. "Alya asked you call? – I'm going to kill her," Marinette mumbled and Adrien laughed.

"She said she left her phone at your house this morning," Adrien explained but it was Marinette's turn to laugh.

"That thing is always attached to her. She probably just wanted to shock me awake by having you call," Marinette yawned again. Adrien looked to where Alya had been standing and noticed she was gone.

"What?" Adrien asked.

"She even sleeps with it in her hand, I bet she's hiding right now on her phone." Adrien began walking through the aisles, looking for the sneaky reporter. "Look, I've gotta go. I'll see you at lunch probably. Bye Adrien."

"Bye Marinette," Adrien replied as he hit the end call button and put his phone in his pocket. He then searched the aisles, finding Alya looking deep in thought over packets of lollies.

"So I woke Marinette," Adrien began, shoving his hands in his pockets. He saw Alya's shoulders shake as she tried not to laugh. "She said something interesting," he added, reaching out to take a packet from Alya's hands.

"What was that?" the girl replied and Adrien could hear her try to keep a straight face.

"That you never let go of this thing," Adrien said as he pulled the other packet from Alya's hand to reveal her phone flat in her palm underneath. He raised an eyebrow at her as she turned, a sheepish look on her face.

"You are devious, I'll give you that," he told her as he put one of the packets back and picked up another. "I'm sure you could charm whatever information you want from whomever you choose. It's a good trait for a journalist. All you need is a scoop."