Adrien felt free when he was behind the mask of Cat Noir, cause nobody knew who he was behind it. Nobody, so he got to go out and do whatever he wanted, act how he wanted, which is why he was currently out on the rooftops of Paris as yours truly. It was an amazing feeling, really, leaping over rooftops in time to see the sunset when nobody was outside to see him bounding over the rooftops like an ironically energetic puppy.

The air just before sunset was always pleasant, warm but not too warm, and he liked it. You could see the Eiffel Tower from a distance, and the beginnings of orange tinging the sky. And, if you squinted, you’d be able to see the figure of Cat Noir leaping across buildings using his staff. Adrien always took pride on being some kind of acrobat.

Warm air. Breeze in his hair. A perfect evening. And in the distance, he saw you, his masked friend, sitting on a rooftop, legs swinging. It brought a smile to his face; it was always good to see you— he had to remain cool, so don’t tell Ladybug he said that.

But yeah, it was never a bad time with you.

"Well, well, well." Adrien grinned, spinning his tail in his hand with a grin— he was a cocky guy, what could he say? Besides, you’d found his sunset spotting place. He didn’t exactly own it, but come on, he went here all the time at sunset, can you blame him?

He sat down next to you, his legs starting to swing as well, waiting patiently for the tinge of orange. His innocently cheeky grin put you at ease at least — rather him than an akumatized villain — and it stopped you from worrying that there was a creep. "How’s m’lady?"