Ladrien Summer (13/?)
And, really, that should have been her first clue, but it was still something of a shock to find herself alone with Adrien outside of their local amusement park the next week.
A flyer advertising a stage production fluttered in the wind, blowing from the feet of the people waiting in line to purchase tickets to the feet of two rather worried teenagers holding a cellphone between them.
“Are you sure, Alya?”
“Pshhhhhh,” said Alya, voice tinny through the speakers. “Don’t worry about us! You go enjoy your d—… outing, and Nino and I will have a great time helping my dad out at the zoo. Sorry for standing you two up!”
Marinette had just enough time to think that Alya didn’t sound particularly sorry at all, and then the screen in her hand went black.
“Well,” said Adrien, frowning at the phone, “that sucks.”