It had been fifteen minutes since he'd left Marinette, and a look over could inform him that she was looking a little worried. As to not lead Alya to Marinette's whereabouts he looked all around the room before turning his attention back to her. He needed to swap and fast.

"Alya, I just need to use the restroom. Order yourself another drink and I'll be back shortly."

He rushed towards the gents again, taking another menu from the same waiter he'd passed earlier, blocking his face from Marinette's view. Opening the restroom door he called out to see if anyone else was in there. The lack of response encouraged Adrien to lock the main door before checking under each cubicle.

Empty.

"Claws in," Adrien felt the transformation fade and positioned his hands ready to catch Plagg. The small black kwami fell onto Adrien's palms and looked at Adrien with scrunched up eyes.

"Kid, this isn't going to work. You can't keep this up all night. What are you going to tell Pigtails?"

Adrien pulled out his phone and began to scroll, finding his notes app. Last night he'd created a list of possible excuses he could use with Marinette and with Alya, he just needed to make sure he used the right excuse with the right lady.

Checking himself out in the mirror, he tweaked his hair and unlocked the door ready to get back to Marinette. Checking his phone again he found his first excuse of the night.

"I'm so sorry, Marinette. I got cornered by some fangirls outside the toilets."

She smiled up at him, without a hint of annoyance or anger.

"Don't worry about it, it was bound to happen. I mean you are you and you look hot," her face turned red and her eyes widened, "I mean, do you feel hot? It feels quite warm here."

Adrien stared at Marinette unsure which section of the conversation he should respond to. Was he happy she thought he looked hot? Or did she mean the temperature of the restaurant? It seemed quite normal, maybe Marinette was under a heater and he could get them moved to make her feel better? He didn't want her remembering how much she sweat on a date with him, it would make him seem -

"Ouch!" Adrien's knee shot up and hit the underneath of the table causing the cutlery to clang against each other. He looked over to Marinette, who surprisingly, had made her eyes go even wider.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Adrien. I was trying to stroke your legs, I mean trying to cross my legs." She did something again causing him to be kicked in the shin. A repeat of his knee hitting the table echoed through the restaurant making those who were sitting close look over.

Marinette groaned and covered her eyes with her hands. He needed to make her feel better, as hopefully soon to be boyfriend he needed to make sure this night was perfect for her. No hiding behind her hands. He stretched out aiming to place a comforting hand on her arm, only to shock her with the touch making her jump in her seat and fling her arms out.

The glass of water currently in front of her unfortunately was collateral damage, flying across the table and landed on the edge on his side. He watched as the river of ice cold beverage ran off the edge of the table and into his lap. It took him a good four seconds to comprehend what was happening.

Water.

Water river.

Ice cold water river.

Ice cold water river in his lap.

A high pitched squeak left his mouth and he shot up to a standing position, shaking the table again causing the nearby couples to tut and groan at the 'youngsters' behaviour.

"Adrien," Marinette gasped, "I am so, so sorry."

His teeth began to chatter thanks to the ice cold water sitting in his lap.

"I'll - um - I'll be right back."

As Adrien left the table, waiters flocked to the scene, cleaning up the mess on the table and on the floor. Marinette looked more and more mortified by the second.

"Monsieur Agreste, is there anything we can do?" Rick, the guy from the kitchens, headed over to Adrien.

"Please look after my date whilst I get things sorted."

"But Sir, she's not my type."

Adrien stared at the older gentleman in complete shock, was he joking?

"I meant as in anything off the menu she wants, she gets. Nothing else."

The older male nodded.

"Yes, of course."

Adrien continued his way to the restroom, perplexed by the conversation he'd just had with 'Rick', he'd have to question the owner about his choice of staff. Checking each stall Adrien locked the main door again and released Plagg from his jacket pocket. The small kwami burst out laughing as he drew attention to Adrien's soaking wet trousers.

"She got you good!"

"It's no wonder she hasn't been figured out yet, she's nothing like Ladybug in grace."

"If I remember rightly, she fell head first onto you that first day, wrapping you in her yoyo and then smacking you on the head with it."

Adrien stood for a moment and looked at Plagg.

"You're right. They both know how to make an impression. Do you think you can dry these out while I'm transformed?"

"Sure, why not! I'm just a dry cleaning business after all, not a God of Destruction." Adrien nodded at his kwami.

"Super! Right here we go then. Plagg, claws out!"

The green light swept the room and Adrien unlocked the door before heading out this time as Chat Noir. He walked through the room, grabbing a wine bucket from a waiter he passed to cover his face, making his way to Alya. Sitting down on the seat he noticed she was looking rather peeved.

"You said you were going to the toilet, you've been gone twenty minutes." Alya said, as he sat in front of the drink on the table. The ice had long melted, and the water level was extremely close to the top.

"Even superheroes have stomach issues."

He picked up the drink to take a sip, only realising before he was too late that his hands had taken on a rather unbecoming shake. Tilting the glass slightly, he leaned in towards the rim of the glass. Just as his lips were millimetres from their intended target Alya's phone buzzed and he caught a glimpse of the message.

Marinette
He got me flowers!!! Red roses!!! Do I tell him I love him?

A whimper left his mouth, but his hand continued its journey. The ice cold water split down his suit and onto the ground. He'd never been more thankful for the waterproof material he was coated in. One wet pair of trousers were enough for one date.

Grabbing a napkin from the table he bent down to dab some of the excess water from the floor without realising the waiters were on their way over to do that exact job. Shooting up to apologise to the staff, his head collided with a silver tray full of delicate desserts, and hot drinks.

Adrien watched the slow motion movements of all the items on the tray, as the hot drinks narrowly missed anyone in the vicinity, but the ice cream, cake, tarts and other desserts scattered through the sky like a cluster bomb. He half expected to see the scene from Matilda where the cake fell down and a fork placing itself in it perfectly for him to eat. But alas, he was the cat of bad luck.

A chocolate mousse made its way upside down towards the centre of their table, ending head first between a jug of water and the salt and pepper shakers. His cat reflexes finally made the bad luck worthwhile as he blocked the mousse from hitting his face or hair. Keeping him clean and fresh for Marinette, the same, however, couldn't be said for his red haired friend.

He squirmed as he looked at her face, chocolate blobs dripping from her hair and her nose, face frozen in shock and horror. Adrien watched as the blob on her nose dropped with a sloping sound onto the table and Alya turned a fiery red. Her phone signalled again and both Adrien and Alya looked down at the lit up screen.

Nino
If you get a chance, can you grab some dessert on the way over to mine? Love you <3

Adrien looked up into the death glare of Alya and gulped.

"The chocolate mousse looks good."