"Whoa, slow down! I made enough macarons for both of us so there's plenty."
He should be embarrassed, he thinks, for scarfing down so many of the delicious treats but he really could never hold himself back-- Marinettes family easily baked the most delicious treats in all of Paris, and the raven-haired girl had definitely inherited the gift.
There’s a small blush hinting at his cheeks and a shy grin across his lips as he slips another macaron between them, “they’re really good, Mari--”
“Gabriel is hosting another fashion show in a couple weeks for the spring line, now that it’s winter so I’ve had to watch the snacks but--” he pauses, taking a moment to enjoy the treat, “you’re definitely my hero for sharing with me.”




















