Secret Santa

Chapter 2

Adrien sat on the couch in his room with his hand under his chin as he looked up at the ceiling. He was thinking about his Secret Santa. He had no idea what to get them.

"What are you doing?" Plagg asked, waving his hand in front of Adrien's face.

Adrien was brought out of his thoughts by Plagg's voice.

"I'm just thinking of what to get my Secret Santa, Plagg."

"I thought you were the Secret Santa."

"I am. The receiver and the giver are both called a Secret Santa."

"That's confusing. Why would anyone come up with something where everyone is called the exact same thing? It just doesn't make sense."

"I have no idea." Adrien stated, leaning back. "I just . . . don't know what to do about my Secret Santa." He sighed. "I'm stumped. I have no idea what to get her."

"Why don't you just ask her what she wants?" Plagg said, taking a bite of a piece of Camembert.

"I can't just ask her. It's called a SECRET Santa." Adrien said, putting his face in his hands.

"Then find something in a store that looks nice and buy it for her." Plagg suggested, taking another bite.

"No, Plagg." Adrien said, annoyed. "I need to get her something meaningful that she'll like." Adrien lifted his head and smiled. "Something big . . . something . . . she won't forget."

"All I like is cheese, sleep, and shiny things." Plagg responded.

"I know that I'm friends with her, but . . . I have no idea what she likes." Adrien's smile faded.

"I still think you should ask her." Plagg swallowed the rest of his Camembert and laid down on a pillow.

"Maybe I can." Adrien's smile returned as he stood up. "Plagg! Claws Out!"

Plagg held onto the pillow that he was laying on, but was still sucked away. "No! Not now. I'm tired." Plagg whined as he zoomed into the ring.

Chat Noir stood on a nearby building, watching Marinette from afar. She was sitting up on her balcony in a lawn chair. She was wearing earmuffs and was wrapped up in a thick, warm blanket. She held her sketchbook in her lap and she looked up every other minute to look at the snow covered Paris. Chat Noir debated going any further, thinking whether it was a good idea or not to go over and talk to her.

'What do I say?' He thought. 'I can't reveal who I am or anything about the Secret Santa thing. Should I even being doing this? Would it be weird for one of Paris's heroes to visit a civilian's home to talk?'

Chat Noir shook away the negative thoughts.

'No. I need to talk to her. I'm lost and she's the only one who can help me.'

Chat leaped from the building and landed on the railing of Marinette's balcony.

"Huh." Marinette gasped at the sight of Chat Noir. "Chat Noir, what are you doing here?"

"What? A Chat can't visit his princess?"

Marinette rolled her eyes at him before looking back down at her sketchbook. "So what are you doing here?"

"I was just wandering around Paris and saw you sitting here. I thought I'd say hi."

"Why are you wandering around Paris? It's getting dark, cold, and there's snow everywhere."

"I could ask you the same question." Chat said, crossing his arms.

"I'm out here designing. I'm designing something for Christmas and what better way to get inspiration than a beautiful, snowy city."