Adrien's pov

I storm out of the house, with my father shouting my name. I'm feeling angry. Why must he be like this?! So controlling and so cruel!

I snap out of my daze and realize I'm at a bakery. Marinette's family's bakery. A delicious scent wafts through and my stomach growls. I knock and I hear her voice. "Coming. Give me a moment!" I smile upon looking at her. Her face and apron full of flour. She gasps and stutters. "A-Adrien what are you doing here?!" "You know what give me a sec" she said, scratching her head sheepishly as she slammed the door.

I hear her scream as she bumps into stuff. I'm guessing she's cleaning up. Moments later she emerges again all red with embarrassment and beckons me to come in.

Her parents give me a warm hug and offer me some croissants. I happily oblige. I wonder if this is what I'd be like with mom and dad, if mom was out of her acoma.

I finish the croissants with hot cocoa. I look outside and see the snowflakes fall softly. This is enough to calm me down.