Marinette could not believe how lucky she was to see their flight delayed. She was supposed to leave at 11.30 from her very expensive flat, but woke up late due to her last-minute night session of finishing up the dress alteration for her finale line.  

 

According to her iPhone generation xx, 
 

American Airlines XXX from CDG to ONT departure time has changed to 14.30 on Sep XX from gate XXX in Terminal L. Reply STOP to unsubscribe. 
 

The previous panicked French woman is thrilled when she sees the change because there was no way she and her best friend would make it in time for their flight! 
 

Speaking of her best friend, Alya Césaire, has decided to bring four pieces of luggage. Unlike Marinette, she had woken up one hour after her alarm clock went off and rechecked her travel list on her phone. It would be miraculous if they were to make it out of the forest-green front door of her flat in Arrondissement 18 and into the busy metro. 
 

Still, Marinette looks at her latest Apple watch, which the Shanghai woman has hidden in the inside pocket of her cheapest coat, as the 5.4-foot Martinique woman beside her looks for two armchairs with a single small black table. Alya's ombre-haired curls bounce up and down as she takes the two closest armrests with a table in between the chairs, with a small lamp, and sits down on one of the grey chairs before letting out a sigh of relief. She then closes her ombre eyes for a second before looking over at Marinette's petite form with impatience.  
 

"Come on, Mari. Before someone takes over this right armchair." Alya shouts in a joking tone. 
 

Marinette puts her right hand over her bow-shaped lips as a yawn comes out of her mouth. She closes her sapphire eyes as her left hand pushes a strand of her jet black hair with dark blue highlights behind her right ear. Her favorite black stud earrings stood out against her pale skin, but that didn't matter to her. The accessory was the last gift given to her by her grandma from China before she passed away from a motorcycle accident, and Marinette has never taken it off since she was fifteen. 

 

"Owwww," Marinette exclaims before opening her eyes to see her left foot hitting one of the muster-colored armchairs. 
 

Alya lets out a fit of giggles as Marinette moves around the armchair, loses her balance while hopping on one foot, and ends up on it. 
 

"Als, it's not funny!" Marinette murmurs as she gets off the chair. 
 

Her slim and out-of-shape body falls towards the chair next to Alya, who is wearing an orange plaid shirt, dark blue jeans in size 16, and a pair of orange high-kick shoes. 
 

"Oh, Mari, you are such a clutz!" Alya states in amusement. 
 

Marinette lets out a whine of frustration as she wobbles into her chair with embarrassment. 

  

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"Again, they changed our flights!" Marinette claims in bewilderment. 
 

Alya shrugs her shoulders from hearing her statement, while Marinette alternates between looking at her phone and her best friend with disbelief. 
 

"Well, I guess that is my sign to get more food," Alya shouts in amusement as she quickly stands up. 
 

Marinette facepalms at Alya's comment as she places her iPhone in the right side pocket of her size-5 pink jeans. 
 

"What! It is not every day that you get unlimited free food."Alya clarifies. 
 

"Alright, but this time, wait for me, and I will join you," Marinette states in a casual tone. 
 

"Alright, slowpoke." Alya teasingly sighs as Marinette gets up from her seat. 
 

The line to the buffet has only four people, and Marinette has found herself running into someone with her twelve-inch porcelain rectangular plate.  
 

Cheese samples, trail mix, avocado, and milk end up on the men's white business shirt as she finds them both lying on the grey, stained wooden floor.  
 

"Oh my gosh," Marinette explains with embarrassment before looking for somewhere else to stare instead of his handsome face. 
 

Alya hands Marinette one of her napkins.  

 

She begins using the clean napkin to pick as much of her food as she can off the stranger's business shirt until she hears Alya's gasp. Marinette freezes for a second before looking up at the man she is lying on top of. 
 

The first thing she notices is his kind, amused eyes.  

 

A chlorophyll color green that she could find herself looking at an endless field of green grass. 
 

Immediately, Marinette gets up from her spot as her eyes take in his wavy, light-golden-blonde hair and tan skin.   
 

"Oh my gosh, you're gorgeously tall- huh, I mean-- Wow, you are gor- I am so sorry for falling for you." Marinette panics before correcting herself, "Oops, I meant- I am so sorry for dropping my food on you, Mr. Agreste!" 

 

Adrien burst out laughing at her comment.  
 

He then gets up from his position on the floor before replying," You can call me Adrien. Mr. Agreste is for my father, as you stated previously. I am only six feet. You should meet my father, he is six-five!" 

 

"Oh my goodness, I am still sorry for my actions. How can I fix this issue? Oh, I know! I can buy you another shirt." Marinette suggests, while she feels her cheeks turning red. 

 

"No worries, the Admirals Club has showers. Plus, I have another outfit." Adrien states in a casual tone.  
 

Alya decides to cut into the conversation by pleading to the model," Mr. Adrien, please think of something good to say next because my friend Marinette will be fussing over this for years to come." 
 

"Alya." Marinette screeches before realizing that her hands are still on top of his muscular chest. 
 

Marinette removes her hands from his now-stained shirt and pats them straight down onto her lap before looking around the room for a second time and not at her celebrity crush. 
 

"What! After being friends with you for fourteen years, I know how guilty you would feel, and I can tell him about the many posters of him that were blasted all over your room." 
 

"I was fifteen!" Marinette claims in defense before looking down at her pink ballerina flats with mortification. 
 

Adrien laughs at their banter before replying, I know how you can repay me! Why don't you join me and my friend, Nino, for breakfast?" 
 

"Sounds amazing," Alya replies on their behalf as Adrien puts his right hand over Marinette's shoulder while Alya stands snickering behind the pair.