How to win a girl in 10 dates

Christmas Festivities

"I'm all unpacked." Marinette clapped her hands together to make herself known, "What did you want to do?" Thirty minutes after she'd left for her room, Marinette returned to the lounge, changed and ready to explore.

She'd swapped out her 'warm' clothes for 'extra warm' clothes in addition to her favourite winter boots ready to go sightseeing in the local town. She wasn't quite sure what Adrien had planned but she was excited all the same. The snow coating the area, plus the Christmas lights made her feel more festive than she had in years.

"Woah," Adrien turned around from where he was putting on his own winter warmers and looked down at her feet. "Why did you kill a muppet?"

Marinette followed his eyes down to her feet, and realised what he was talking about. How dare he insult her boots! The furry pink edge suited the pink leather that was modelled to make the shoe shape. They had tie up laces and Marinette had saved for months to be able to buy them, a Gucci special and her first big purchase. She was proud to say they were still in pristine condition.

"They're fashion, Adrien!"

"Fashion? What did poor 'Animal' ever do to you? He was my most favourite muppet, RIP oh crazy one!" He joined his hands together in his chest and looked down at the floor. "Gone," he sniffed, "but never forgotten."

Marinette started giggling, for such a random conversation she couldn't help but find it immensely funny. Adrien studied her and she couldn't help but grow a couple of inches taller from his look. Did that guy make everyone feel so important?

"Come on, Dupain-Cheng," he zipped up his jacket and placed his gloves on, "bring those foot muppets with you and let's go."

"Foot muppets?" She gasped in shock, "how dare you?" She laughed again, heading out the cabin and watching as Adrien locked the door behind them. He turned to face her and she could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. It was a wonderful sight to see, carefree and happy suited him well.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, shielding what she could from the harsh breeze. Even with multiple layers, the cold air was sharp on her face and unshielded areas. She grabbed the earmuffs hung over her bag and slipped them on her ears. It couldn't be much warmer than freezing point.

"Are you going to be able to hear me with those on?" Adrien asked, looking at the fuzzy balls either side of Marinette's face. She smiled at the wild expression he was making. For an ex-fashion model, he wasn't exactly fashionable himself.

"Pardon?" Marinette said, unable to keep the smirk off her face. It was a proper old school dad joke and one her own papa had made numerous times in the past, but still it was something she found funny.

Adrien went to answer back and then realised the nature of her comment. His eyes glistened before he started to laugh again. She loved hearing him laugh, it was becoming one of her most desired sounds.

"You almost got me there. That's a c'old' joke."

"Aw, don't be too frosty about it," she dropped him a wink and made her way to the car, opening the door only for it to be slammed shut again. A long fingered, masculine hand above her own, pressed firmly on the window. She was sure that was going to leave a greasy mark.

"Please, allow me."

Marinette watched as Adrien moved his hand away and placed it on the handle, maneuvering himself to open the car door for Marinette.

"Well, aren't you just a gentleman?" She said, curtseying at Adrien before sliding into the car, already warm and cosy from many previous journey's that morning.

Feeling herself melt into the warmth of the seat, (were these heated?) she slipped her earmuffs and gloves off, placing them on her lap as she gave the car a once over. She hadn't seen the make before stepping in. She just noticed it was sleek black and very well polished. She guessed from the interior that it was more on the luxurious side. Maybe a BMW or a Mercedes.