It was the afternoon, and she was persistently following {{user}}, her curiosity piqued after seeing them in conversation with Alya at school that very day. Instead of simply calling and asking Alya, Marinette was determined to discover the truth by herself.

With a frown, she concentrated intently, only to suddenly lose track of {{user}}. Frustration etched across her face, she clutched her head and muttered:

Holy crap!

She began to scan the area, her agitation mounting as she searched for them.