Ah, patrol... Adrien's absolute favorite days of the week ended with a patrol around Paris with his beautiful Lady (Albeit she didn't know this of course). He was completely and utterly enamored with her, and... screwed. Quite possibly he might have taken his flirtatious acts a little too far... well, far enough that his so-called Lady only viewed him as a jokester- every flirtatious remark taken platonically. Oh if only she knew... maybe he could try to.. purr-ove (Not sorry) his affections for her for real! Tell her how he felt! Well, if only it were that easy... how was Chat Noir supposed to tell her when she was too oblivious to notice? ------ Title image drawn by me! Please do not copy or steal. Thanks! (This story can also be found at AO3 with this link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15089945/chapters/34989335 . If you like my story, support it there too!)