"So...do you know any great places to eat around here?" Luka asked, keeping his arms up as Marinette wrapped the measuring tape around his waist.

    Marinette rolled her eyes with a small smile. She had to admit it was quite strange.
It seemed like he didn't remember anything, or perhaps trying to appear like he didn't.

   "You're saying you don't know Paris?" She asked, retracting her measuring tape. "I thought you've lived here your whole life..."

Luka nodded, watching the blunette as she stood up. She seemed a little bit off. Perhaps she slept wrong.

"I mean...yeah, but I go away a lot. Things change, people come and go." He explained, a small smile spreading across his face.

Marinette nodded, placing her tape back on to her desk and scribbling down his measurements on her notepad.
  "Things don't change around here much..." she sighed. "I don't think you've changed...I mean since we dated in middle school."

She pursed her lips, perhaps it was a bold thing to say, but she didn't have much to lose.
She remembered them being good friends, even after they broke up.
She ran after Adrien that one afternoon and then Luka disappeared.
  She did feel a bit guilty, and wondered if she had any part to do with it, and how he even landed into modeling was beyond her.

   "Do you remember me?" Marinette asked, as she began to sketch a pair of black, slightly torn jeans on to her sketch book, adding his measurements on the side.

Luka stuffed his hands in his pockets, leaning on the desk beside him.
"Of course I remember you, Marinette. Middle school wasn't too long ago..."

Marinette paused, looking up at him.
"No...I guess it wasn't..." a small blush dusted her cheeks. "Septime....its a good place to eat. Although sometimes I could be biased and say that my parent's make great pies."

Luka nodded in acknowledgement.

"Perhaps... when we go out to buy some fabrics for the clothes you're going to sew, you could accompany me to some lunch? Its on me..."

Marinette cleared her throat, a deep blush rising to her cheeks once more.
  She wasn't going to make this mistake again.

"Actually..." Marinette looked up at him. "I'm--"

"Engaged" Luka interjected, finishing her sentence for her. "To Adrien..." his blue eyes glanced down briefly as he vividly remembered her running after him those years ago.
   "I know... but the lunch I was offering was meant to be platonic. I just wanted to catch up with you again. I respect your relationship with Adrien."

The bluenette blinked, wrapping her head around what he had said.
   "H-How did you know about my engagement?" She asked, glancing back down at her sketch book before clutching it to her chest.

"Its pretty much everywhere... every blog is covering it, everyone is talking about it. Also, its hard to miss the diamond on your hand. Very beautiful by the way. Adrien's lucky..." his voice trailed off.

Her heart pounded and she glanced down at her ring, suddenly feeling bashful of it. She curled her fingers, tucking it under the pages of her book.

   "Okay....sure. I'd love to catch up with you." She turned and reached for her purse.

"But...I have to admit. I'm quite surprised my engagement was highly publicized.  But then again...this is Adrien we're talking about." She placed the strap of her purse under her shoulder.

She was massively oblivious.

But someone else wasn't.

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   Adrien wasn't an irreverant man. Some may say he was probably the most equabled person there ever could be to exist.
   It wasn't like Adrien to lose his composure, but lately it had grown increasingly difficult.

Adrien just wanted to get this work day over with. Every time he showed up to the set he literally counted the hours until he was done.
On the rare chances he finally got to eat, he savoured it. The noise on the set often became too much, and on that time he used the rare lunch time to his advantage.
He usually called Marinette or her parents to see how his family was doing. He used that quiet time to talk to his family. It was the one time he didn't mind being alone.

However, this was not like any of those times.
Much to his dismay, Lila had returned.

And she wouldn't stop talking.
Adrien didn't want to believe that she had become a full time model for his father, that was such an inconvenient matter for him, considering that fact that she would not leave him alone.

The lines under his eyes deepened, he couldn't find it in himself to tell her to shut up.
All he could do was simply nod, pretending that he was listening when in reality he'd zone out and then slowly fade back in to the sound of her rampant talking.

Adrien was well aware of her reputation, and he knew that she was a liar. So he didn't care much for her stories. He was a million percent sure that about half of the stories she told him were lies.

"Adrien?" Lila mused, jumping Adrien from his thoughts. He glanced down at his phone, a little dissapointed that Marinette didn't text him. She usually did. He bit his lip, wondering what she was up to.

"Sorry, Lila. I was...expecting a phone call." He explained.
Lila pursed her lips. She glided her chair closer to him.

"Well...you know...I am here talking to you, Adrien. I was hoping we could spend more time together now that I'll be here more often."

Adrien nearly choked on the bread he was chewing on. He coughed, gulping the food in his mouth.

"I'm sorry....why...w-w-why would you be here...in this...building...erm..this area often?" He stammered.
Lila giggled, running her hands up his collarbone with a small smile.
   "Adrien...I work here now. I've been trying to get the bosses to make me you know...your main partner, but it'll take some time." She rested her head against his chest. "But I work for your father..."

Adrien nearly shook his head at this news.
Did this mean she was a constant nuisance? A full time pain in the ass?! A 24/7 ass hound?!
He grabbed her hands, gently removing them from his chest. He scooted away from her awkwardly.
If he knew Lila was one thing, it would be that she was very pushy.

"Lila...you can't keep throwing yourself on me... I'm happily taken. I have a son, and I'm about to be happily married. I know how the tabloids go insane when it comes to gossip, and I really don't want people to get the wrong idea. I get it, I'll work with you, we have to do some risky poses. Yes, its part of the business we do things that aren't what they really are...but I'm drawing the line when it comes to associating offset..." he sighed, placing his hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sure you are an amazing person, I- I mean when we talked while being classmates, you were....great!" He offered her a nervous smile. "But my son and my wife are important to me...and I can't mess that up." He shrugged, letting his hand drop from her shoulder.

Of course Lila knew Adrien was in a relationship.
   She knew everything about Adrien. What he ate, who he was friends with. She even knew his favourite foods, his modeling schedule, and his favourite hobbies and colors. She was well aware that he was in a serious relationship, and she knew very well that he was in a serious relationship with Marinette.

But she didn't care.

And as far as she remembered, she never liked Marinette. Adrien was hers, and he always had been hers. Lila never stopped, not until she got what she wanted.

"You haven't even married her yet..." Lila scoffed, rolling her eyes. "That's not for sure...you haven't said your 'I do's' that can always change...." she scooted her chair back towards him, pushing her chest against his arms.
"You can always change your mind. Marriage is a serious thing. Are you sure you want to be trapped with Marinette?" She asked, nearly squishing her chest to his arm.

Adrien was horrified.

And disgusted.

"Trapped?" Adrien repeated in disbelief. He shrugged Lila off. He wasn't so hungry anymore. "I have to go Lila. I'm done....eating. I'll see you on the set.." he grabbed his phone and stumbled away.

Lila glared at him as he left.
This wasn't over...

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   "I only got into this modeling thing because of you..." Luka murmured, grabbing his cup and taking a sip.

Marinette looked up at him, mid bite of her sandwhich.
She felt a little audacious to continue sketching while she agreed to have a friendly lunch with Luka.

   She finished her bite and grabbed her napkin, lightly dabbing it at her lips.
   "You...you did?" She asked, placing her napkin down. "I was wondering how you went from musician to fashion model."

Luka smiled, laughing softly at her response. "I still play music. Whenever I have free time, I still tune my guitar a bit. Music is why I left. I wanted to travel, to play music everywhere. In every major city, I wanted to meet artists everywhere. But I knew I couldn't stay away from Paris for too long, so I came back. I was at a shop one night, and I saw a newspaper on the shelf. You and Adrien were engaged, and they were planning to hire you as a lead designer for Audrey's estate... so I pursued a different approach in hopes that I would get to see you again." He looked up at her again. "I guess I got lucky."

Marinette blushed, placing her pencil back into her sketchpad and closing it.
   "I...didn't realize you wanted to work with me so bad." She replied, her voice small and quivering. She was truly flattered.

Luka folded his hands against the table, turning his wrist to look at the time.
   "Of course I want to work with you. I know it may have not seemed like it, but your friendship meant a lot to me. It still does." He looked back up at her. "I dont need to be your boyfriend to care about you. Your time is very valuable to me, and whatever time I can spend with you, wouldn't be a waste. It would mean a lot to me. I missed out a lot in seeing you achieve in life because I was traveling..." Luka grabbed his cup, finishing his drink. "And now that I get to work with you, I don't have to miss out anymore. That is, if you allow me to be apart of your life." Luka pulled out his wallet, pulling out a few dollars to pay for the tab.

   "I have to get somewhere..." he explained, looking back at Marinette who seemed baffled at the whole situation. "I'm glad we got the fabric down, I know whatever you create will be absolutely amazing, Marinette. Because you're amazing..." he placed the money on the table and stuffed his wallet back into his pocket.

The blunette simply blushed. She blushed redder than a tomato, it was almost embarrassing. She glanced up at him, her lips pressed together as she attempted to formulate words in her hand.

  She was such an awkward person.
After receiving complete silence from the girl Luka simply smiled.
  "I'll see you later..."
He stepped back and pushed his chair in. He made his way to the door casually.

"Wait--" Marinette managed to call out, standing up.

Luka paused, looking back at her.

The blunette glanced at him, reaching up and rubbing the back of her neck with a nervous blush.

"T-Thank you..."

Luka watched her briefly, nodding. He acknowledged her gratitude, giving her one last smile before he turned and left.

Just like that day she went after Adrien.
   She sighed, sitting back down on her seat. She looked down at her sketchbook, not planning on getting done so early.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she had an idea of what else she could do when she said she had time. She stuffed the last bites of her sandwhich in her mouth, and grabbed her sketchbook. She stumbled away from her table awkwardly and she left.

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   Adrien kept his hands in his pockets casually as he posed for the camera.
   He did every pose he could think of.
  The nonchalant pose, the careful pose, the sexy pose, the distant pose and then the just plain bored pose
   He was bored.

He could vaguely feel the eyes of everyone watching him from behind the camera, and for the first time in his life he was actually camera shy.

   "Alright!! Thats a wrap!" Camille announced and Adrien sighed.

Finally.
Adrien caught a glimpse of Lila as she sat in the back of the room, twirling with the messy bun on the top of her head.

The blonde rolled his eyes, strolling back to his dressing room.
If he didn't have to model with her, then he didn't need to talk to her, look at her or even breathe in her direction.
   He closed the door beside him and rubbed his eyes.
He was tired, and it was such a long day. He barely had gotten his shirt off when he heard a knock at the door and he groaned loudly.

Plagg rolled his eyes, keeping himself comfortable on the towels that sat on the vanity.

"What is it...?" Adrien hushed out, his voice uttering the utmost annoyance he probably ever experienced in his entire life.

"Its me, Camille!" The woman sang from behind the door. "A beautiful little lady with a bun is here to see you!"

Adrien could have rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

Lila.

"I guess she didn't get the hint..." he muttered under his breath.
The shadow underneath the door dissapeared, meaning she had left Adrien to deal with the problem on his own.
He heard high heels click towards his door and he already knew the nuisance was awaiting him.
 
Adrien simply removed his clothes, changing into his everyday wear. He ushered Plagg to jump back into his collar.
    Adrien glared at the door as she was still standing there. The blonde rolled his eyes. He took in a deep breath and then opened the door. He turned his back to her, annoyingly slamming the door
  He kept his hand on the handle, glaring daggers into it.

"I told you I didn't want to see you unless its about work..." Adrien muttered coldly. "So please, leave me alone..."

"You don't want to see me?"

His eyes widened. He knew that voice.
  He immediately whipped his head around, his eyes meeting with a pair of familiar blue eyes.

"Well...I mean...if you want me to leave I can." Marinette replied, hoising Louis on her hips slightly. "But I promised Louis that we'd see you during work..."

Adrien shook his head vigorously.
"No! No no! Please stay!" He gasped, wrapping his arms around her and the little one. "I thought you were someone else." He nuzzled his face into her and the baby.
  Louis nearly hopped out of his mother's arms.
"Daddy!!!!" He exclaimed, opening his arms out.
Adrien turned his head and kissed Marinette's cheek softly. "I miss you guys..."
It was nice to see a friendly face, especially after the day he was having. He gently took Louis from her and hugged him.
"I hope the drive wasn't too long..." Adrien sighed, looking at his love.

Marinette shrugged. "It wasn't too bad. Sorry I came so late. I would have finished up earlier, but I lost track of time." She admitted sheepishly. The bluenette leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
  "I missed you..." she murmured, rubbing her nose against his.

Adrien smiled, his other arm snaking around her waist. "I missed you too..." he hummed against her lips before he kissed her again.

Louis waited patiently, before he slowly butted his head between the both of them.
  He wanted attention too.
Adrien snorted, planting kisses all over his baby's face, earning a laugh from the toddler.
Marinette admired the both of them, her blue eyes catching a glimpse of Lila who glared back at her but only for a moment.

And for a brief time, Marinette felt uncomfortable.
Lila turned her back on the family, leaving the set with a sour taste in her mouth.

   "Adrien!!" Camille sang once more.
She approached the couple and their toddler.
"What a cutie pie!" She cooed, brushing her finger against Louis' belly. "Your father wanted me to remind you about the charity event he's holding. He needs you to be there..." Camille then turned her eyes to Marinette with a warm smile. "You can reserve your plus one...but she's expected to be there as well. The more publicity the better!"

Marinette felt her tummy roll. She really didn't like attending public events, especially if she and her husband were going to be the center of attention.

"That would be interesting..." Adrien replied, his eyes moving over to Marinette as he knew her all too well.
"I mean....if we have to go..." Marinette interjected. "We can go! I'd love to donate...and if our appearance encourages more people to donate then it would be an honor!" She exclaimed nervously.
"Who knows? Maybe it'll be fun?"

She was more so attempting to convince herself more than the others.

"Whatever you chose, we hope you can make it!" Camille chirped. "Take it easy guys. Adrien, make sure you eat." She then turned to look at the little one who glanced up at her shyly.
   "See ya little one." She cooed, brushing her finger against his cheek before leaving.

Marinette watched Camille leave and she groaned.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to, my love. I can come up with an excuse. It's no big deal..." Adrien assured her, keeping her close.

Marinette hummed, contemplating on it for a brief moment. But as everyone knew, she was as stubborn as a mule.

"No...I won't be a wet blanket." She sighed, leaning on him. "I'm sure that if I give it a chance, it'll be fun. Plus, I get to play dress up!"

Adrien smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek again.
He paused as he smelled something.

Something bad.

He pulled back, furrowing his brow and glancing down at Marinette.
From the look on her face, he knew she could smell it too.

"Erm....did you fart?" He asked, looking down at Marinette who looked like her head was about to explode.

A bloaty red tomato head.

"W-What?! No!! That wasn't me!!" She stammered. She was ready to die from embarassment.

Louis hummed, a small giggle emanating from his lips as he nuzzled into his dad.
Adrien scrunched his nose and then lifted the toddler up to smell him.

"Aha! Found the culprit!" He grinned, bouncing the baby in his arms.
"I thought mommy farted!" He teased, Louis laughing and flailing his arms.

"It was Mommy!!" Louis grinned, looking back at Marinette whose head was about to explode off her shoulders.
"Yeah yeah stinky butt!" Marinette chuckled, running her hands through her son's hair.
"Lets get you changed."

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A/N: My writing sucks....why are you guys reading this?