Title: Lost and Found

Chapter: Calling all Cinderellas (Adrien)

I don't own any characters.

Also I have not finished Jealousy Killed the Chat and I'm so so so sorry but I just can't bring myself to end it because I just want it to be perfect. SO to avoid writing it I wrote this and Catsanova which is almost done too. I rushed this just because I thought this romance was perfect for Valentine's! Happy Valentine's! Please leave reviews :)

-LB-

The cold air bit at Adrien's face as he tried his best to bury it even deeper into his jacket. He huffed hot air which turned into seemingly smoke in front of him. He glanced up at the cafe's name, praying he was at the right place after such a long time walking in the cold. It was almost not worth it just for a breakfast with Chloè.

The lights of "The Brewed Awakening" Cafe were bright, and almost wore off all the sleep in Adrien's eyes as he entered. A bell rung as he pushed open the door, warm air hitting him immediately and welcoming him in like a hug from a close grandmother. The cafe was considerably full, it being almost 9:30 in the morning.

Luckily, just as Adrien walked in another couple left, leaving him an only slightly dirty table for two. He sat down at the table, using a napkin to wipe the minor coffee spill before Chloè came, complained, and had the place shut down. That would be a shame considering the amazing punny name.

Speaking of Chloè, she should've been there by now. Adrien rubbed his red nose and sniffed as he pulled out his phone. The January air was giving him a nasty cold.

Adrien: Where are you?

Adrien: It's almost 9:30

He would've continued to use his phone but he was low on battery. Only about 10% since he forgot to charge it. So while he awaited her response Adrien decided to order a little something to begin his day. He left his jacket on his chair to signify that the table was taken and got up, standing in line. He ordered a medium latte with a blueberry muffin. When he got it he swiftly turned around to head back to his seat and when he did he smacked right into someone in line, almost making them fall onto the floor.

Adrien cursed as he saw that he practically tackled a woman. He tried to utter out apologies, putting down his half-empty latte cup (from the crash) and his muffin.

"Crap, I-I'm sorry." He stuttered, holding her shoulders to at least help her become stable as he cursed himself. "I don't usually tackle girls until the 3rd date, 5th at the latest." He immediately regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, now realizing how flirty that could be interpreted as. He let out a nervous laugh as he grabbed some nearby napkins and handed them to her, practically shoving them in her face in his nervousness.

He would've helped dry but if he touched anywhere where the spill was he'd have to take her out on a date at least, and that was if she didn't have him arrested for sexual harassment.

Surprisingly the woman wasn't put off by his football skills or his lack of good responses. "It's okay." She laughed, "I'm super clumsy so I know it was somehow my fault."

"It was not your fault! Before you blame yourself again let me buy you breakfast, to make up for all the pain and suffering." Adrien said, a crooked grin on his face as he looked down at the black haired girl. His act of accidentally flirting that first line didn't seem so bad now. She was very pretty and didn't seem so mad when he bumped into her and ruined her shirt, something that most girls would've screamed at.

The black haired girl shook her head with a smile. "No, it's fine. Honestly, I should be offering to buy you a new drink." She gestured towards the spill on her white shirt, giggling. Adrien couldn't help but smile at that. At how calm and nice she was about everything. "Thanks for the offer but I insist I pay."

Adrien would've responded but the cashier asked for the next person in line and that happened to be the girl. The girl walked ahead, while Adrien figured that the conversation was over and went back to his seat. He drank the remnants of his latte and checked if Chloè answered his text yet. No dice.

Adrien: This is the last time I agree to breakfast.

Just as his mouth was full with muffin he noticed the girl from the cashier line was standing and eating her cinnamon roll. He frowned with his chipmunk cheeks.

"You can come sit with me if you want." At least that was what he meant to say when he walked up to her but instead, he sprayed her with blueberry muffin crumbs and mumbled a bunch of nonsense words at her. He quickly swallowed, coughing afterwards, feeling nervous. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- I-I apologize."

Adrien continued to trip over his words as the girl simply giggled at his nervousness. She put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "It's okay! You should breathe once in a while, it's good for you." His face burned when she held his shoulder. Her hand was just so damn dainty!

And when she laughed Adrien didn't feel like he was getting made fun of, he felt like she was laughing with him. Her smile was infectious, and soon he found himself smiling too. "I was just trying to ask if you wanted to join me at my table, my way of apologizing for the spill." He waggled his eyebrows and gestured towards his table.

The girl glanced at where he gestured, then back at him. "That sounds like a great way to repay me."

He led her to his table, where she placed her food and sat across from him. For awhile the two ate in silence, before Adrien cleared his throat, knowing he wanted to at least make acquaintance with the pretty stranger.

"What brings you to The Brewed Awakening?" He asked, the sentence being the first he didn't have to stutter out.

"I live nearby. I hate to betray the bakery I work at but this is much closer." She took a sip, looking at Adrien through her thick lashes before continuing. "How about you?"

Adrien cleared his throat and fidgeted with his cup as he spoke. "I- I planned to meet up for breakfast but she's really late. Maybe still sleeping or something." The woman deflated only slightly when Adrien brought up his female friend barely frowning into her cup. Adrien noticed frown wrinkles and quickly fixed what he said. "Wait, wait! N-Not like a girlfriend- just a girl friend. A space between the words." When she blinked at him, he said as clearly as the could, "I am single. Very single." He paused. That sounded weird. "A normal amount of single, I mean."

He tripped cutely over his words as he tried to explain honestly and clearly. It made her giggle, which Adrien so wanted to hear again. "I'm glad there's a space between the words."

"So am I." It was quiet again, and Adrien cleared his throat awkwardly. "Where are you heading after this?"

"I have an interview for a designing job."

"Woah, you have a design interview and I ruined what you're wearing? Adrien sputtered, absolutely flabbergasted. "What if you don't get it just because of me?"

The woman chuckled and looked down at the now dry brown spot on her white shirt. It was on her left breast, and when she was only wearing a white silk see-through top on a black cami with a black pleated skirt and flats the coffee stain was very obvious.

She waved her hand haphazardly. "It's okay. The interviewers will also be judging my portfolio, not just me. I can explain it was just an accident."

"Miss. I think you're in shock." Adrien said, staring at her with a straight face.

"I-I'm not in shock! I just feel confident in my portfolio. I-I had a whole pep talk from my friend A-"

"What if they see the spill and they're gonna be like 'This girl's so clumsy, how can we hire her?'" Adrien didn't even know why he was still talking. He just couldn't stop.

"Hey, Latte-man! That wasn't my fault. I was just standing there minding my own business when-"

"But if you don't get the job I'll never forgive myself! It will haunt me day and night."

"I-I can get it," She paused, running a few fingers through her ponytail nervously. "It's okay, maybe my portfolio is good enough."

"Nope." Adrien shook his head doubtfully. "They'll see your outfit and boom! Bad first impression!"

"No!" The woman held her face, a look of utter dismay on it.

"Yes!" Adrien responded intensely.

The woman began to hyperventilate, clutching her chest as if willing her heart to stop. "W-what am I going to do? My friend gave me a whole pep talk yesterday and I guess I-I just got too confident."

"What does your friend know about fashion?" Adrien was just fueling the fire of this woman's stress, for some reason freaking out about thinking he ruined her life. "How do you know you can believe what she says?"

The woman across from him buried her face in her hands, exclaiming without a hint of hope. "She won't understand! She's just a reporter!"

"What are you gonna do?"

"I-I don't know."

Adrien thought for a minute, now feeling a little guilty. First he didn't think she was going to get it because of her clothes, which was completely his fault. Now he didn't think she'd get it because of her lack of confidence...

Which was completely his fault.

Adrien looked down at his outfit. He wore a black hoodie on top of his tank top and jeans, not thinking he'd be out long so not putting any effort into his outfit. He pulled the black hoodie off, arm after arm, and handed it over the table.

"Aren't you sick?"

His unfaithful body chose that moment to let out a little kitten sneeze. "Only a cold. It's just what happens when I don't wear a scarf." He let out a nervous chuckle and shook the sweater in front of her again. "It'll cover the spot."

She carefully took it and put it on. The way it fit on her was like a black cardigan, the only thing looking bad about it being the hood in the back. To fix this the woman took her hair out of the ponytail it had been in and fluffed it.

That was the moment Adrien died.

If he thought she was beautiful before she was definitely beautiful now. After fixing everything she looked up at him with nervous blue eyes.

"Do I look okay?"

Adrien gulped drily, pulling his collar as if to help him breathe properly. "More than okay."

It was quiet for a minute as the two just looked at each other across the table. Their food and drinks that were almost done being untouched. That was the precise minute Adrien's phone went off.

It wasn't just any ringtone, it was the Sailor Moon theme song, at least Adrien knew it was. He was praying she didn't recognize the small part that played so she wouldn't think he was a dork. He didn't want her to find that out until after their first date.

Which he was definitely hoping would happen.

It was Chloè who had called. He made eye contact with the woman across from him and pointed to the phone. She nodded, prompting him to take it. "Chloè, it's almost 10 o clock..." He began as he walked away from the table. He knew how rude it was to answer the phone in front of someone.

Little did he know that when the woman heard the time she had a mini heart attack, her eyes almost bulging out of her sockets. She quickly pulled out her phone to check the time and sure enough, it was 9:41. Her interview was 15 minutes away and that was if there was no traffic. She pulled a pen out of her pocket and quickly scribbled something on a napkin. She grabbed her jacket and flung it on at a speed that'd make The Flash proud. When it came to her scarf she glanced at Adrien who was turned towards a window, then left it there with a smile.

She grabbed a new napkin and wrote a new message, getting rid of the old one. Then she was gone.

When Adrien returned to his seat he was greeted by emptiness instead of the beautiful nameless girl that was across from him before. He frowned as he looked around for her. When he didn't see her in the vicinity he assumed she had gone to the bathroom. That was before he noticed the napkin.

Had to go. Hope this scarf will keep you warm. Call me :) 367-7148.

The lovesick grin that was plastered on his face made it clear that he was happy. He was already thinking about all the things he and his mystery girl would do together. Walk around the Park, of course in better weather, and to the Eiffel Tower or to the Louvre, maybe even visit the bakery she worked at. He stared down at the napkin, fidgeting with it as he was barely able to contain his excitement.

He would definitely call her.

-LB-

His cold had definitely gotten worse after his walk in the cold that morning. He had been sneezing and sniffling all day. Somehow Adrien had a runny and stuffy nose, which was a fate worse than death. When Chloè had called and said she overslept she had come to the cafè to finally have breakfast with him.

Adrien wanted her to feel guilty for everything she'd put him through that morning. Which was why he kept making snide comments. "Wow, you sure are enjoying that cinnamon roll for someone who was on time for brunch."

Chloè rolled her eyes mid-bite, placing down the sugary food that she very rarely ate to maintain her figure.

"How many times do you want me to apologize?" She snapped angrily after swallowing. Adrien couldn't take her seriously with a few crumbs stuck in her sticky lip balm. "I overslept, okay. It's not like I ran over your cat."

"You leave Plagg out of this." Adrien tsked Chloè chidingly, taking a sip of his latte, his second or 1.5 if you count the spill. "And this morning wasn't all bad." The blonde man could barely hold back the grin on his face as he remembered the girl from this morning. His eyes darted to the napkin for the 5th time in a half hour, glancing over her angelic handwriting one more time.

"You got a number?"

"Yup! She's adorable, and pretty, and smart, and funny." Chloè rolled her eyes again as he continued to gush. "Oh and nice! She left me her scarf- and I don't know her name and she left all of a sudden." He held the scarf to his chest and let out an overdramatic gasp as he had a revelation. "She's like Cinderella."

Chloè crossed her arms, as if tired of all his gushing. "What's so great about this scarf?"

Adrien's hand fidgeted with the fabric in his lap. "It's homemade. With love." It was his favorite color too, blue- and soft to the touch.

"You just met this girl and you're talking about love already? Calm down, Casanova."

He laughed at that, sniffing back a sneeze. "I don't love her yet, but I do think it might go somewhere. I thought we had this connection you know?" He let out a dreamy sigh. "She's special, I can just tell."

Chloè made a nauseous face, almost actually turning green."You're gonna make sick with all this romantic crap. We're not in a RomCom, okay?"

Adrien would've responded to her pessimistic attitude by saying something cheerful but he sneezed. He sneezed so loud that the table he and Chloè sat at jiggled. He held his nose with 2 hands, blinking up at Chloè helplessly as he struggled to keep boogers in his nose.

And Chloè, being the helpful, supportive, childhood friend that Adrien knew so well made a disgusted face and handed Adrien a bunch of napkins whilst averting her eyes and instead staring out the window on the left. Adrien closed his eyes and huffed into the napkins. When he was done he looked up with an evil smirk at Chloè, crumpling up the napkins in his hand.

"Wow, that was a lot of booger." He snickered as Chloè continued to look away with a revolted face. "Like I actually felt the boogers leave my nose- and god Chloè it was-"

"Go wash your hands, Agreste." Her icy blue eyes looked ready to glare him to death. "Now."

"Yes, ma'am."

-LB-

After the breakfast with Chloè Adrien had a photo shoot for an upcoming magazine featuring Gabriel. He spent the better part of his day doing that until it was about 2 and he went to lunch with Nino. They had lunch at the restaurant called Aesop's Tables. Every week it's theme changed from a different fairy tale every week.

Today happened to be Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Waiters dressed and acted as dwarves, and once in awhile the manager would come out as Snow White or the Evil Queen. It was more of a restaurant for little kids but Adrien thought it was necessary considering what he wanted to tell Nino.

"I swear to God if Grumpy looks at me the wrong way one more time I'll get all grumpy on his ass." Nino grumbled under his breath as he took a sip of his Fairy Tale Flurry.

Adrien scolded Nino, although barely hiding the amused look that showed on his green eyes. "We're in a kid's restaurant. Their innocent minds can't handle profanities."

"Wanna tell me why we're here again?"

Adrien took a deep breath, barely holding back his excited grin. "I met the one." The one? Nino echoed incredulously, looking surprised and setting down his milkshake as if the conversation was more important. For the longest time Nino and Adrien had been friends and Nino had had to listen to Adrien complain about how there was no one out there for him and how everything in his life sucked except Nino and Chloè and all that and how real love didn't exist because every girl he liked only liked him for his money.

So hearing Adrien speak positively about his love life was surprising, but also nice.

"Yup." Adrien nodded before gesturing around him. "And this place'll be where I take her for the first date."

Nino's smile turned into a frown as soon as he said that. The boy with the cap looked around the restaurant before looking back at Adrien. "Why?"

"She's like my Cinderella. She left the ball early and left me her scarf. Now I need to find it, so I think this place will be-"

"Let me stop you right there." Nino said, raising his hand. "You're going to bring a girl you just met to a restaurant for kids. Where you'll be surrounded by married parents."

Adrien blinked slowly, processing everything that Nino just said. "Oh my God, you're right." The blonde held a hand to his forehead as he came to a realization, his friend across from him nodding respectively in honor of his friend. "And the food- she'll think I'm immature!" Adrien groaned into his hands, a loud agonizing groan that made people look curiously then avert their eyes. At the same time, their waiter came over with food, took one look at Adrien, then at Nino who shook his head. Smartly the waiter took off.

"You haven't taken her yet, relax man." Adrien stayed in his turtle hole, despite Nino trying to comfort him. "This is what I'm here for. To help you find the perfect place to go on your first date. Or the perfect outfit for the third date, or the most amazing ring that makes her eyes shine. Adrien, I'll be there for you, man." Adrien looked up with a faint smile, his eyes glossy, sniffing slightly.

"Dude don't cry."

-LB-

After his photo shoot he had taken a nice long shower and was thinking about calling the woman from the coffee shop. There he laid on his bed looking up at the ceiling, his hair damp and towel covering his area while he thought deeply.

Those eyes. He felt like he was falling into them every time he looked at them. They were the most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen, nothing like Chloè's, whose eyes were just icy blue.

And that smile, oh God. It warmed his heart to see it and he would give anything to see her again, especially that award winning smile.

He was thinking about the mystery girl from that morning but his cat had other plans. Plagg sat on Adrien's bed with an angry look on his face, nipping at the blonde's hand and meowing for attention.

Adrien sighed and stood up, slumping his way over to the mini-fridge and giving the cat an entire wheel of Camembert. "Don't tell anyone." He whispered to Plagg jokingly as the cat sauntered away with swag. He was going to go back to laying down and contemplating calling the girl when he heard a knock on his door. He tightened the towel around his waist and sped to the door.

It was Nino.

"DUDE!" His best friend yelled when the blonde finally answered the door. Adrien almost crapped his ...towel. "There's a party. Chicks will be there. Put on some pants! Let's go!"

Adrien blinked at him slowly, not only because Nino insinuated that Adrien should go shirtless but also because Adrien had met his true love, so he didn't have to flirt with gold digging girls anymore. "You know I'm about to call the girl of my dreams right?"

"Okay, okay." Nino strode into the apartment without even asking, slumping into the couch in the living room and rubbing his temples. Adrien closed the door and sat next to his friend. "How about me? Do you want me to die alone?"

"W-well no I mean I want you to be happy..."

Nino put this hat back on, pleading to his still naked friend. "Then come with me! Be my wingman."

The blonde sighed as if annoyed but he had an amused smile on his face. "Fine, whatever."

"Yes!" Nino said, almost jumping out of his seat. Instead, he pulled Adrien into a tight meaningful hug, crying tears of joy into the blonde's bare chest.

"Nino, I'm naked."

-LB-

"It's super loud here." Adrien complained as he and Nino entered the party. People were everywhere, dancing and/or grinding on one another. The party was inside of a rented out restaurant or bar. Adrien really couldn't tell with all the flashing colors and music. He could see a stage where three people were performing.

The lead singer was a girl with a short bob and an innocent pink dress, the bass player was a girl with dark long hair and purple tips. Another guy on the heavy set side was in the background playing the drums and on the left of the lead singer was a guy with dark hair tipped blue playing the guitar.

The music was good, and he could tell other people liked it because of the way the crowd moved. Adrien was tempted to get a drink and dance a little too but he was here to get Nino a girl so that the guy would leave him alone.

"I don't know if you know this but this is how parties usually sound bro." Adrien rolled his eyes as Nino kept his stupid smirk. "Let's go get drinks, maybe meet a couple girls."

The two made their way over to the drink and food area where there were an assortment of goodies like cookies, pastries, cupcakes and drinks like sodas, beers, etc. Adrien thought the assortment was a little weird but took a croissant anyway.

"Anyone that attracts your attention?" Adrien turned to Nino, glancing around for anyone that looked like they could tolerate his DJ friend. "Or should I rather say anyone that screams desperate?" Adrien snickered into his cup.

"Okay, funny guy," Nino began with a playful scowl. "How about her, at 10'o clock."

Adrien looked to his left and there was a girl with long curly blonde hair and a nose piercing. She had many tattoos and had a deep frown on her face. "What about her?" Adrien gulped as he accidentally made eye contact with her and quickly looked at his feet.

"Why, what's wrong with her?"

"I dunno... She seems scary. Like one look at me and she'll tie my neck into a knot."

"I like bad girls." Nino gave a thoughtful smile as he continued to check her out. "I think I'm ready." He took another gulp off his drink, cracked his neck and his fingers, then walked swiftly over to the girl. Adrien watched them talk and counted to thirty in his head.

1

Nino stuck out his hand to introduce himself to the girl, a nervous smile on his face. She said something, most likely sassy since she refused to shake his hand.

5

Nino fidgeted with his cap nervously as he spoke, looking anywhere but the girl's face. Adrien shook his head as he watched, sipping his Dr Pepper with a frown. The girl made eye contact with her friend, rolling her eyes. That just made Nino more nervous.

15

Adrien could tell Nino needed help. His best friend was drowning on dry land. The guy needed help.

The blonde took another sip of his soda, then walked up to the two in the middle of what was sure you have been an award speech by Nino.

"Nino!" he exclaimed, pretending to have seen him in a crowd. "It's been so long, what's up man?" The two boys dapped each other up, the girl who Nino was flirting with watched with interest.

"Adrien, hey. Just talking to a nice girl."

The girl in question stuck out her hand for Adrien with a sweet smile. "Charlotte. But my friends call me Charlie."

"It's very nice to meet you, Charlie. I reckon you've met my good friend Nino?" Charlie nodded, the friend next to her giggled. "Did he tell you he was first in his class in college?" Adrien failed to mention it being music related but that's ok. "And he can get into like any party in Paris because he plays music." Nino was in the background nodding and agreeing with every little thing the blonde said, and Charlotte couldn't take her eyes off him. Which was a good sign that she was attentive right?

Adrien decided for one more brag about Nino then he'd be gone. "And this guy just came back from a long recovery after surgery. What was it again, a penis reduction surgery?" Nino spit out the drink that he had taken to calm his nerves and glared Adrien down, an evil look in his eye. "I should take my leave." As he left he heard Charlotte say:

"Penis reduction surgery?"

Adrien thought it was going good with the two and went back to the punch station but 10 minutes later a wandering Nino found him. The blonde already saw the pained look on his face.

"How'd it go?"

"I got her number." He pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Adrien. "To give to you."

"Oh, yikes." Adrien made a face and held Nino's shoulder comfortingly. "I mean she was kinda-"

"It's whatever. Let's just move on." Nino sighed miserably. It was obvious that he was upset about it, and obvious that he was used to it. The whole Adrien being picked over him, girls flirting with the rich, famous blonde model then just plain old Nino. He had to admit he hated it but what else would he do? He couldn't flirt if his life depended on it so he needed all the help he could get from his best friend. The next girl they went to had long brown hair, and bright hazel eyes.

Nino's brain went like 50 miles an hour as he tried to think of what to say and how he would say it, and every possible thing that could go wrong. Adrien held Nino's shoulders as he followed his eyes. "Her?" He scanned the girl who was talking to a few friends and laughing. "She's pretty. Go for it, man." Nino sighed nervously and stepped forward, already feeling the rejection coming.

"Hey, w-were you- I-I mean, um, when you were- when you were falling from heaven did you hit your head? Because I'm crazy for you?"

The amount of confidence in his sentence was unbelievably close to none and he couldn't help how fast his heart beat as he prepped for humiliation. Adrien watched with a drink, staring straight ahead and waiting to wingman in up. At least until someone distracted him.

"Should I be worried?" Adrien blinked up at the girl with red highlights and glasses, looking at suspiciously. "You're looking pretty sus right now."

He laughed nervously, rubbing the nape of his neck uncomfortably. It was true that it looked weird since he had been intently staring at the girl and Nino (who were now talking!) and he was sipping his drink periodically so he didn't blame to girl for being suspicious. "That's my friend right there, Nino. He really needs a girlfriend. Like he is so desperate." The girl laughed, now watching Nino and the other girl interact. "I'm his wingman." And just as he said that he noticed the girl Nino was talking to make a disgusted face. It was Adrien's time to shine, and dammit he would. "Duty calls."

5 minutes later Nino was back to sipping his drink and glaring at his supposed best friend. "Dude. Enough with the penis reduction surgery, okay? It's not working." The girl that Adrien had met earlier, Alya he had found out, was still closeby and when she heard that she burst into more infectious laughter. Nino stiffened when he saw a girl. "W-wh-Who's this?"

"He was right." She giggled and put her hands on her hips. "You are desperate."

Two red holes could be found where Nino stared at Adrien's head. The DJ wanted to kill him. No, the DJ wanted to make Adrien feel the same pain as him. The same humiliation. Nino sighed rejectedly and sagged. "It's not my fault! I'll be doing okay, then they'll peep Adrien and all of a sudden I'm irrelevant."

Adrien's eyes widened and he took a few seconds to blink as Alya cleared her throat embarrasedly. "Oh, I-I'm sorry." Adrien meant the apology with all of his heart. He had already met what was sure to be the love of his life and now all he wanted was to have his best friend find the same. It was obviously not his fault but he felt bad for not helping.

"I can help." Alya said, interruting the akward silence that had been there before. "I could be the female point of view. I always knew I'd make a great wingwoman." Both boys looked at her as if she was crazy. "I don't really have anything to do? I was only here to help my friends set up for the party, and now my oblivious best friend's being aggresively flirted with. I have nothing else to do." She seemingly begged, and the boys both looked at each other before looking back at her.

"Um, sure." Nino stuttered.

They found Nino no one. But he didn't seem to mind. In fact Nino was happier without flirting with the girls because at the end of the night even with all of his failures he was laughing it up and drinking with Adrien. Well Adrien and their new friend Alya. She was cool. Cooler than most girls. And she was a really good wingwoman from what Adrien observed. She was funny and seemingly smart. It was getting late and Adrien really wanted to call his mystery girl, at least today, and he didn't want it to get so late it seemed like a booty call.

That was why he had left the two, and the party. Bumping into someone and quickly apologizing as he rushed to leave the party. He was already thinking about what he would say. Should he call her or text her?

If he called would he be making it seem as if she wasn't busy at all? As if she had nothing going on in her life, so much so that she would pick up immiediately. Texting didn't sound so bad, in fact it sounded like the best thing to do.

So as soon as he got home he threw off his jacket and let his mind wander. How should he text her? Something cute and flirty? Or something that won't be too flirty, maybe more friendly than flirty. The possibilites were endless. He had to actually think about everything because this could be a story he shares with his children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren for years to come. He just felt so ooey gooey.

That was how Adrien found himself looking in the pocket of the pants he was wearing earlier that day. All he found was a crumpled up used tissue an a gum wrapper. He checked the winter jacket he had been wearing earlier, taking cool calming breaths as he felt every pocket.

The two front ones: nothing.

The two top front ones: also nothing.

The two left secret ones: oh God, nothing.

The two right secret ones: n- wait!

Adrien rubbed the jacket pocket harder, his heart beating even faster as he tried to take relaxing breaths. How did people breathe again? He honestly forgot! He shoved his hand into the jacket and rustled around, gasping once he knew he felt paper.

He ripped the paper out of the pocket, smiling widely as he expected to see the adorable message that was left for him that morning. Instead, he felt his heart shatter in his chest once he did see what it said.

The Brewed Awakening
4 Place du Tertre

9:27:45 - Server: Nicole

LF Blueberry Muffin 2.39 x 1= $2.39
Medium VC Latte 3.50 x 1= $3.50
Subtotal= $5.89

Total= $5.89

He gulped drily, staring at the paper in his fingers as he slowly began to realize what was happening. The napkin. With Cinderella's number. Wasn't anywhere in his jacket. Adrien stared at the reciept again and tried to think to this morning. Where had he put the napkin? It was there when Chloe had come. He remembered he sneezed and he blew his nose and left the table-

Oh god.

He blew his nose with the phone number! This was crazy. His heart wanted to beat out of his chest- his brain was ready to explode in his skull and he felt as if the world were falling. There was no way that he was stupid enough to blow his nose into the number of his true love. That was like Prince Charming falling onto the glass slipper and breaking it. He just couldn't believe this.

There was no way that he had done that. Maybe he had left the number in the hoodie he had given the girl. He shook his head as he got up and paced.

What was he, dense? He had given the hoodie before she had left the number so that was a no. He ran his fingers through his hair that was hair nervously. Maybe he had left it in his pants or his car or, or maybe he had dropped it. He needed to retrace his steps and find that girl's number. She was so perfect. Everything about her. He could already see their lives together, them growing old.

He really, really, really needed to find that napkin.

Hope you liked the chapter! Please review and follow. Maybe favorite if you like it enough... Will probably have Catsanova out soon too and working on a new chapter for Miraculous Chat Noir!

P.S- Next chap will be Marinette's POV

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