Miss Dial

Stupid in Love

Adrien

Once Marinette had cleared the area, Adrien pulled his phone from his pocket and checked the last message from Miss Dial. The messages were getting more and more flirtatious and he couldn't help but fall into some sort of infatuation with this unknown person, everything about her just made him feel warm and fuzzy inside — a way he never had before.

Miss Dial (6:48am): I've always been one for strong, passionate kisses. Just being grabbed and held tightly by someone... or being pushed up against a wall in a need to get closer? A main course of lip kisses before moving onto a side dish of neck bites.

A flutter broke out in his stomach as he read the words. How could a woman on the other side of this random number be causing him so many issues? He'd never seen her, or had any idea of her age or anything, but this phone friendship was slowly becoming more and more meaningful. What was said in You've Got Mail? 'All of these nothings mean something.'

Placing a hand over his mouth, he attempted to hide the smile. She had said she'd only had two kisses yet she seemed so sure about what she wanted.

Mr Unknown (6:59am): Well, Miss Dial, I can promise that if I were with you in real life, I would totally pin you against the wall. I'd like to add a starter though, if you're up for it? Soft, sweet kisses dotted all around your face before taking it to the hot and heavy main course. Perhaps once the neck bites have met your standard, we could move onto dessert? Something a little less clothed...

Pressing send, Adrien couldn't help but think he'd gone too far. Was it too late now to take it back? He read the message back and cringed. Dear Lord, she was going to think he was a perverted psycho. They'd been messaging just over a week and now he was commenting about pinning her against the wall and striping off clothing.

He felt sick.

He was a total and utter moron. This woman he was falling for — hard — was going to ghost him, without a doubt!

Shit!

Pulling up the message once more, Adrien went to send a quick 'sorry, my fingers ran away from me' apology, when Marinette's phone rattled loudly against her coffee cup. She must have had it on vibrate.

Unable to keep his eyes to himself, Adrien looked over towards her phone. It could be something important after all. However, what happened instead was every millilitre of the blood inside him turned to ice; a lurch pulled at his stomach and bile rose in his throat.

What. The. Hell?

"Are you okay, Agreste?"

He couldn't move, he knew someone was talking but his body just wouldn't respond.

Look away, Agreste! Turn your head and look somewhere else.

Instead, he sat there staring at the phone like an absolute moron. Understanding where he was looking, Marinette snatched the phone from the table and held it against her chest.

"Agreste?" she questioned, her voice slightly softer than what he was used to hearing.

"Um, oh, yeah."

He gave her a small smile as she seated herself back on the stool beside him. She tapped the phone screen and he watched as a cute blush spread across her pale cheeks. She'd obviously read his message. His message where he said he wanted to wear less clothing with her.

Would the mortification ever end? He was quite sure if he had said that to her face to face she would have punched him.

"Get your sugar?" he asked, a thickness in his throat coating the words and making him sound like a classic gangster. He nodded his head towards the six sugar packets she was pouring into the brown liquid; his eyes set from looking anywhere apart from hers. "And a cavity apparently."