Heartbreak, Hero Style (Complete)

Bouquets

Ladybug quickly ran across the rooftops, stumbling silently into the alley she disappeared in. She peeked out for anyone watching before stepping into the crowd, blending in to get to the flower shop just across the street.

Slipping inside, she smelled the beautiful aroma of flowers everywhere around her. She inhaled deeply, taking in every second of being in that shop.

"May I help you, ma'am?"

She turned to look at a young blond man with a green apron on, holding a bunch of yellow roses, wraping a golden ribbon around the stems.

"Oh! I-um, the shop smells amazing! I'm sorry for just smelling.."

He chuckled. "It's perfectly fine. And perfectly normal. We are a great flower shop, after all." He gestured to the wall of thank-you cards to her right, all from customers.

"Well, that's why I'm here. Can you put together a bouquet of pink and white roses for me?"

"Of course. Would you like more pink, white, or an equal mix?"

"More pink, please." She smiled.

He grinned back. "I'll get them right away. You can sit over there, if you'd like to." He placed down the yellow bouquet, then nodded to a few chairs near the wall of thank-you's, where she walked over to and sat down.

"Do you know what each rose represents?"

"What? No, I don't, really."

"Well, your roses, pink roses," he picked out 8 fresh pink roses. "They represent admiration and poetic romance, as well as grace and gentleness."

"They do?" she laughed. "I'm not exactly graceful."

"But I'm sure you're very gentle, and you must admire whoever you're giving these to."

"Yes, I do." She smiled to herself, blushing lightly.

He plucked out some white roses. "These symbolize innocence, or purity. They used to mean true love, which is now associated with red roses. They're now commonly known as bridal roses." He glanced back to the other golden bouquet. "Yellow roses symbolize friendship and warmth. Very different than your choice."

"Who ordered the yellow bouquet?"

"Due to workplace policies, I'm not allowed to tell you. Just in case it ruins a surprise. It doesn't make sense, but it's our rules."

"Oh. That's a bit dissapointing, but I guess it makes sense. I probably don't know them anyway." Marinette shrugged.

He smiled, organizing the flowers in his hand. "What type of ribbon would you like?"

She tapped her chin. "How about red?"

"Good choice." He walked over to a drawer, pulling out a deep-red ribbon, tying it around the stems in a bow. He then handed it to her with a gentle but flirty bow. "For you, your majesty. You're welcome to come back whenever you'd like."

She snickered, taking the flowers. "You remind me of a certain cat."

"Do I now?" He grinned, tapping his nametag. "Louis Deboi. You can come here to talk whenever you want. I'm almost always free to talk." he winked.

"I might hold you to that offer." she stood up, heading out the door.

"I wouldn't mind of you did. We don't get many frequenters your age."

"Oh, wait! I have to pay you!" she turned back around quickly, reading into her bag.

"Don't worry, it's on the house."

"Are yee-I mean.. Are you sure?"

"Of course. But any next bunch you get definitely won't be. We need to make a profit." he grinned.

"Louis, is that yellow bouquet ready?" A feminine voice sounded from the back area.

"Yep, you can deliver it now!" he lifted the flowers off the table, straightening out a leaf before handing it to a pony-tailed ginger, who walked out just then.

"Thanks. Well, I guess I'm going!" she headed out the door, stopping next to marinette, glancing between her flowers and her face. "Very pretty."

"Oh, thank you, but Louis put them togeth-"

"That's not what I meant." She winked, before stepping out.

Her face flushed the color of the ribbon in her hands, and she heard a light giggle from her bag. "I-I um.. Wh-what?"

Louis sighed. "That was Emmy. She's a flirt."

"I-it's not like I don't know them, but that was..."

"Direct? Blunt? I can agree." he nodded. "But you'd better get going. Wouldn't want the roses to wilt."

"Yes! Right! Have a nice day!" she stumbled out the door, rushing home slow enough to not ruin the flowers.

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Sitting in his room, Adrien watched a sleeping Plagg laying on a now empty camembert plate.

He suspected the flowers would be there soon, so he headed downstairs, luckily avoiding Nathalie and his father successfully. Slipping outside, he spotted a ginger walking up, confused, and about to press the doorbell.

"Wait!!" he ran up to the gate, catching her attention.

"So it was you who ordered them, pretty boy!"

"W-wait what?"

"Aren't you called pretty? You're a teen model, after all."

"Well, yeah, but that's a strange greeting," he pointed out.

"So is shouting "wait!"," she countered.

".. I guess that makes sense.." He opened the gate so she could hand him the bouquet. "Thanks."

"No problem. It's my job, after all." She bowed lightly, then turned away to go back to the shop.

He looked at the delicate flowers in his hands. They shined brightly in the sunlight, looking warm and welcoming. But not romantic. They were perfect.

Well, at least hopefully.

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Authour's Note

Fhycgjgkxhdlh. I'm getting feels just writing this. I feel sorry for you guys who don't know what will happen. Or maybe it's good that you don't know? Anyways, the girl's nice, and not related to Nathanael. The boy's pretty nice too, don't you think? Haha

Sorry about making them meet some original characters. I needed her to meet people at the shop. It's also a lot shorter than the last one, so sorry if you like long stories or something.