"So what's your name?"

The man froze. Sure, he quit his modeling gig two years ago and even moved to another country, but he wasn't sure how far his fame had spread. "Uh...Chat...Noir?"

The barista raised her eyebrows but still wrote the name down on the cup. "Chat Noir?"

Chat Noir confirmed with a definitive nod. "Yep. Chat Noir. That's my name."

"I guess that makes sense. With your outfit and all." Chat Noir looked down at his outfit. He was wearing a black vest, green dress shirt (with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows), and a green tie with black paw prints all over it.

"Heh. Yeah."

"So you want a tall skinny vanilla latte, no foam extra hot?"

Chat Noir nodded again. "Yes, ma'am."

"Be right back."

Two minutes later and the barista came back with his drink. "Coffee for Chat Noir?"

Chat Noir did his best to ignore the stares as he raised his hand. The barista brought his drink over and stared at him for a moment. "Your name isn't really Chat Noir, is it?"

Chat Noir didn't look her in the eye and took a sip of his latte before responding."...No. It's not."

"So why not tell me your real name? If you're not comfortable with sharing your real name that's fine but why not choose a normal name like...Nathaniel, or Adrien?"

Chat stiffened at the last name. "I have some secrets that my real name could reveal. Also, I like cats. Hey," he said changing the uncomfortable topic. "Where are you from? You don't have an Italian accent like everyone else."

"Me? I'm from Paris, France."

Chat Noir stiffened again. "Really? W-wow. What a coincidence. Me...too."

The girl smiled. "Cool. Hey..." Her eyebrows furrowed. "Are you ok? You seem pale. Is the coffee not good? I can make it again."

"No, that's not it! It's delicious, actually." He took a sip. "Thanks."

"Of course. It's kinda part of the job description." She laughed. "So what brings you here to Italy?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Mlle..." He searched her apron for a name tag but didn't find one.

She sighed. "My name's Marinette. I forgot my name tag. Again. Lorenzo is going to kill me if I forget it one more time. I'm here for college, by the way. I attend MFC."

"Milan Fashion Campus, huh? Impressive."

"Yeah, I'm in love with fashion design and anything related to it. How about you? You never answered my question about why you're here."

Chat Noir racked his brain for excuses but an angry voice saved him. "Marinette! Stop flirting with customers and do your job!"

Marinette blushed. "Coming, Lorenzo!" She returned her attention to the smug man in front of her and narrowed her eyes. "You still need to tell me why you're here."

Chat Noir grinned. "Maybe next time, Princess." He slid out of his seat and shot her a wink. "I'll make sure to come back next week."