Adrien subtly pinched himself. He thought he was dreaming. Marinette flipped through the pale yellow menu and he was trying his hardest not to stare. She looked beautiful in the low light that the dinner casted her in. Adrien couldn't believe that she had agreed. She glanced up at him and flashed a smile.

He wished that she wouldn't. Adrien's heart was pounding in his chest and he told himself to calm down. It wasn't even a date but for some reason his mind was panicking and he was sweaty. He didn't understand why he was so nervous. She didn't seem nervous at all, unless she was hiding it well. In which case, he applauded her.

The waitress gave Adrien a smile that was fake, he noticed only a few people gave him real smiles. Marinette's was his favorite. "And what can I get for you?" Her question was directed to Adrien but Marinette smiled and ordered first.

"A strawberry milk for now..." Marinette said and set her hands in her lap. Adrien smiled at her completely forgetting about the coffee he was about to order.

"I'll have a chocolate milk." He glanced at the waitress. She looked taken back by their childish order but wrote it down.

"Coming right up." The waitress's smile faltered. Adrien hoped she got the message. She walked away and Adrien turned back to look at Marinette.

"I basically know nothing about you." He smiled. Marinette put her chin in her hands and laughed.

"Well... What do you want to know?" The young woman asked.

"I don't want to sound broad or vague but everything?" Adrien had a questioning tone at the end of his sentence.

Marinette laughed as their drinks were brought over. She handed the straws to them and Marinette took a sip of her milk. "I like strawberry milk." Marinette began and Adrien listened. "I'm a ballet instructor and a part time belly dancer." She smiled as he listened carefully to what she had to say.

"And..." he moved his hand to urge her to continue.

"I like cupcakes and polkadots." The dancer smiled. "I like your music alot and actually worked five days straight to see you in concert." She blushed. He did too.

"Are you ready to order?" The waitress asked. A hint of annoyance was present in her composed smile.

"I'll just have the house special." Adrien cleared his throat. He looked at Marinette.

"I'll just have some pancakes." The waitress wrote the orders down. She left and swayed her hips. Though Adrien didn't notice, he directed all his attention to the beautiful girl in front of him.

"What about you? What don't I know about you?" She gazed up at him through her long lashes while take a sip of her pink drink.

He cleared his throat, afraid he had lost his voice. "Once I was so scared of horses that just the the mere mention of a horse would make me cry." Marinette snorted and almost spit her milk on him. She had a mixture of a cough and laughter fit. He grinned along with her. "I'll try to tell you the stuff that hasn't been printed..." He mused. "Once I broke the piano by playing with the cords inside of the instrument and blamed it on the family cat." Marinette laughed at that one too. He thought it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He could never make a melody as perfect as anything that escaped her lips.

"What was your cat's name?" Marinette asked.

"Plagg." Adrien answered quickly. Thoughts of the black grumpy cat drifted through his mind.

"What an interesting name." The ballerina smiled. It was so genuine that his heart leaped in his chest. When he was with her, he wasn't tired. He hoped she didn't feel tired.

Their food came with a flirtatious wink to Adrien. He made a show and grabbed Marinette's hand as she was unwrapping her silverware. Although it was across the table, he would gladly do it again any day for the blush that painted her features.

"Sorry..." Adrien whispered. He was embarrassed but he didn't regret it.

She shook her head. "No it's okay." she stuttered. "A warning would have been nice though." She drizzled syrup on her pancakes. She was still as red as the booth cushions.

"That would defeat the whole purpose of spontaneous actions." The pianist scooped up a forkful of hash browns.

"I know that it was to get that waitress to stop flirting with you." Marinette's smile was sad. It was only half true. Sure he wanted Mirelle off of his back but he wanted to hold her hand more than anything.

He cleared his throat. "Once while ice skating I slammed my head into the rink." Adrien added quietly. She smiled and closed her eyes like she was imagining the scene and then laughed so hard she had to put down her utensils. Adrien laughed with her until he was gasping for air and his sides hurt.

Adrien opened his eyes to look at her. She was wiping her eyes and smiling. Her thin pink lips looked kissable, it took all his self control and inner strength to not lean across the table and kiss her sugar coated lips. He wondered if syrup would taste better if it was on her lips.

Adrien knew one thing for sure, he was starting to like Marinette if he didn't like her already.

Adrien liked Marinette and he was okay with that.