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“So, Ladybug, it seems you have a secret admirer.” Alya quirked a humorous brow at Marinette as she fastened another pin to a skirt’s hem. “He seems really interested in getting to know you, too.”
“Probably just some weirdo, you know? He’ll move along soon enough.” Marinette continued to work, hoping Alya wouldn’t notice the redness building within her cheeks.
She didn’t see the keen light in her friend’s gaze or she might have been a little more worried about her present predicament.
All she could do was breathe a sigh of relief when Alya decided to change the subject.
The two worked for another hour on the skirt Marinette had designed for a big promotional event for Alya. She had everything well in hand soon enough, allowing her friend to continue with her evening.
Marinette continued to work another hour, working to curb her smile each time she heard her computer chime with another message from her so-called secret admirer.
On the sixth chime, she decided to put the skirt away and called for Tikki to transform her.
She climbed to her balcony and breathed in the cool night air for a moment before zipping through the few blocks to her destination.
She smiled as she caught her secret admirer at his computer and tapped on his window.
He turned to her with a smile and opened the window with a tap of a remote.
When she stood in his room, she gave him her best stern face. “You really do need to stop sending me messages while I’m working.”
“Oh, well, I hope I wasn’t too distracting.” The cheeky grin she expected and loved didn’t appear. “I can stop if you’d like.”
She moved closer to him, dropping a kiss on his cheek.
“Don’t you dare. I love messages from my secret admirer, but I’d rather my nosy best friend didn’t see them.”
The grin came out in full force though his cheeks reddened a bit.
“I think I can manage to slow down a little, but it’s so hard, Milady. You’re really admirable, don’t you know?”
“So I’ve heard.” She giggled at his cheeky grin and wiggling eyebrows. She couldn’t help dropping another kiss on his cheek. “What’s the plan this evening? A movie? A night on the town?”
“Dealer’s choice.”
“Then, I know exactly where we’re going.” She looked down at him with a fond smile and whispered, “Secret admirer.”