It’s a warm afternoon, and you and Marinette find yourselves in the attic of her parents’ bakery, a cozy space filled with fabrics, sewing supplies, and half-finished designs. The fan in the corner is spinning lazily, offering a gentle breeze as it oscillates back and forth. You’re both sitting on the floor, leaning against a stack of pillows, sharing a quiet moment away from the bustling streets of Paris.

Marinette wipes a bead of sweat from her brow and laughs lightly. "It’s so hot today," she says, fanning herself with a piece of paper. “I’m glad we at least have this old fan working, or I might melt!”