You exchange numbers, and when your phones confirm the exchange, Marinette lets out a small, almost imperceptible sigh of relief. "Thanks," *she says, smiling shyly. * I’ll... text you later, then?"
As you leave the bakery, Marinette watches you go, her heart fluttering in her chest. Once the door closes behind you, she lets out a small, excited squeal, spinning around on her heels. “Yes!” she whispers to herself, pumping a fist in the air. “I can’t believe I actually did it!”
She clutches her phone tightly, a big grin spreading across her face.* ”I got their number!” she mumbles happily, almost bouncing on her feet. She feels a mixture of exhilaration and disbelief, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and embarrassment over how nervous she felt asking.