Midnight Under The Eiffel Tower

"...so then my dad slams the door and stalks off," Adrien explained, laughing.

Marinette giggled. "Your dad sounds like quite the talkative fellow."

Adrien rolled his eyes, reaching out to grab another croissant. "Hardly. I feel like the only thing he ever says to me is no." He stared down at the flaky roll in his hand, resisting the urge to crush it.

Marinette put her hand on his shoulder. "Adrien, I'm sure your father means well and that he does care for you." She tilted her head, a twinkle in her eye. "At least your parents aren't completely into in everything you do. My mom has invested almost as much work into my prom dress as I have."

Adrien chuckled. "With all the food they offer me? I like your parents. They're cool." He frowned as something Marinette said hit him. "Wait, you made your own dress?"

Marinette flushed, yanking her hand back and ducking her head. "Uhh, did I say made? I didn't say that, did I?"

Adrien grinned. "No way? That's awesome! I can't wait to see it! I'm sure it'll be amazing!"

Marinette smiled shyly. "That's the plan, at least. I hope it turned out all right."

"It's going to be awesome," Adrien promised, putting his hand over hers on an impulse.

Marinette's eye widened and she looked up at Adrien with her blue eyes big. Adrien studied her for a moment.

"Has anyone told you that you and Ladybug have the same blue eyes?" He said softly.

Marinette's jaw dropped open and she pulled her hand away. "Uh..."

The door to the boulangerie burst open and Alya and Nino ran in.
"Sorry we're late! We had to make a quick side trip." Grinning, Alya pulled four smoothies out of her bag.

"Yes!" Adrien and Marinette chorused, jumping to their feet. Ayla laughed and handed them each one of the tall glasses.

"Straight from the best juice bar in Paris! Breakfast for prom!"

"Alya, you're the best!" Marinette exclaimed, beaming. She took a sip from her smoothie.

"It was Nino's idea," Alya nodded her head toward the boy next to her. Nino puffed out his chest, beaming.

"I knew it was a good idea to double with you guys," Adrien announced, winking at Marinette.

Alya and Nino shared a fist bump, then sat down at the table. Marinette and Adrien took the two chairs they'd occupied earlier.

"All right, dudes," Nino said, pulling his smoothie closer to his mouth. "Here's the plan." He pulled out two pads of plain white paper and two black ballpoint pens. "We're making our own scavenger hunts. You guys go hide five sets of clues around the heart of Paris. Public transportation only."

"No chauffeurs," Alya added to Adrien, her eyes twinkling. Adrien groaned.

"Anyway, dudes," Nino continued, dropping the paper and pens on the table. "The clues have to be in plain sight. Nothing can be inside a building or a trash can or anything like that. Out in the open."

"So no clues on the Mona Lisa inside the Louvre?" Adrien frowned, disappointed. "That's no fun!"

"Keep a list of where you hide your clues," Alya advised. "Just in case we can't figure it out."