Sooo this is just a fun story that I begun out of nowhere, practically.
And before I could control myself, I landed at 10k words and am still not finished x) So!
This is just a non-magic, aged up AU that's based on a dumb little idea I had.
Alya and Marinette know each other, as well as Nino and Adrien, but otherwise there are no connections like school or anything else. Nino's family owns a restaurant (what do you mean that's not canon?) and he's helping out as a waiter there.
It's just a story I begun without aiming somewhere so it's kinda random, just go with the fluff x)
Also, this is set to be an entirely DJWifi centric story! But I dunno yet where it'll lead, maybe I'll just continue on it.
(Also there aren't enough DJWifi centric stories so have this one)
Enjoy~

The guy just wouldn't stop talking.

He went on and on about his ex-girlfriends and how ungrateful they were. Alya suppressed rolling her eyes as he once again shifted back to his oh so awesome motorcycle that waited outside.

Not really a welcome change of topic but oh well. It was still better than listening to him brag about some girls he had 'caught'.

Though, the topic about his girlfriends had actually kept her awake. His motorcycle was just plain boring. She stifled a yawn and overplayed it with a short nod as he explained to her how the sound of the motor felt between his legs.

A slight, tired smirk played around the corners of her mouth that he hopefully interpreted as interested curiosity, as she tried not to snort at the innuendos he was suddenly dropping. Every second word that came out of his mouth now became something different in her mind.

Maybe she could record this and make a drinking game out of it, with Marinette?

Every innuendo, a shot. Oh, they would be drunk within seconds, better not risk it.

She giggled politely and accidently boosted his ego even if her giggle had been reserved for her own thoughts, not his monologue.

Now he was shifting topics again. Next up was his manliness. Oh of course.

Well, he didn't even look bad. He was just a snob, someone who knew exactly he'd probably get a low paid secondary model job for a local store, if he wanted to. No, his physique was okay, his looks were good and his eyes had seemed nice.

Alya should've known better than to trust that dating platform Mari had jokingly signed her up for, as a prank. Why she had actually kept that profile? Maybe to really find someone?

She shook her head, earning an approving look of the guy in front of her. Oh no, had she encouraged him?

He talked about how men should never wear mustaches. Oh well, if that was his opinion. And Alya honestly didn't care what he thought was her opinion. Another tiny yawn escaped her throat and she tried to let it up sneakily, blocking her ears for a moment as she pretended to breathe through.

Her gaze swiftly flew over the restaurant before settling on the guy again. What was his name again?

Maybe she could look it up on his profile?

Nah, he wasn't that important. She could get by with 'you' until he left her alone for today.

As her eyes burned a little and she had to blink a few times not to lose focus she realized she really hadn't slept enough. Well, her studies plus internship in a local newspaper didn't leave up much time for herself. Let alone sleeping. Why she had thought it had been a good idea to try and look for a partner?

Yeah, no idea either.

She inconspicuously checked the clock as he began of his ex-girlfriends again, counting them up like trophies. She wrinkled her nose behind her interlaced fingers, then caught herself again and propped her chin up on her hands instead of hiding her face behind her hands. It would be politer.

After all, for something this guy had to be good. And be it practice for future job interviews. Or regular interviews, after all she wanted to be a journalist someday.

He was honestly perfect practice.

Stay polite, throw in a few questions here and there, but mostly keep them monologuing. These people talked out the most secrets when being left alone in the void to fill with their ego.

He brought up poor Adeline again. She had apparently been some lost exchange student girl and he had happily helped her to his apartment to get her out of the cold. Yes of course.

Alya huffed but covered it up as a cough. He didn't seem to notice.

Again, her gaze flew over the restaurant but this time again, as a few times before, she caught another pair of eyes looking her way. The golden eyes of the waiter seemed skeptical as he inconspicuously nodded over to the guy in front of her while continuing to do the dishes while he had nothing to do.

She shrugged, barely visible, and shook her head. The waiter nodded and turned away again, having seen another customer waving for him, not seeing how Alya deflated a little. He seemed cute.

But before the guy in front of her would get suspicious she turned back to him, nodding with a smile. He just told her how she wasn't like other girls. Ah, nice to know.

When did she lie about having to pick up someone from somewhere? And what was it again? Her mother or something?

Oh no, she had forgotten her lie. Maybe he had, too, though.

He had most likely forgotten, actually. Was there anything else in that guy's head than himself and his huge ego? She wondered if there would ever be. Maybe she should talk to his mother, if he had always been like this.

Once again, she thoughtlessly shook her head, willing her inner reporter to take a step back. Why would she want to meet his mother?

This time she had apparently shook her head to a bad time. His irritated glance stayed on her but it wasn't anything that she couldn't play off with a short "Oh no, I must've been somewhere else with my thoughts, I'm so sorry, what were you saying?" and he happily continued.

Again, her eyes wandered. The back of the cute waiter was turned towards her as she looked but he turned, carrying a tray of a few empty and a few full glasses to the next table to serve the people there.

This gave her an idea. She watched his hand beneath the tray, steady and calm. He must be doing this for quite some time now… Hm. But he must've failed before, right? Could he reproduce this authentically? Maybe she could have a faster way out than in – she checked the clock again – one and a half hours. Her internal groan was reason enough to include the cute waiter in her diabolical plan.

It didn't take her long to find a good pause in his monologue.

"Oh, I noticed your glass was empty.", she said in a honeyed voice, "Should I get us some new drinks?"

His eyes lit up at her supposed thoughtfulness, eagerly nodding.

"Oooooh, yes!", he replied, "I'll take a cola, please!"

So he at least had a few manners, that was at least something.

She nodded, taking his glass and walking up to the counter, which confused him a little since the waiter would normally get the glasses while they ordered new drinks but she had to get a silent word with him first before returning to her table. To her luck, the golden eyed waiter was behind the counter when she arrived, just mixing some new drinks.

"… So, you finally fled from the loudmouth?", his quiet tease flew over to her while he didn't yet look at her, probably to seemingly not have noticed her yet. She giggled under her breath, putting the two empty glasses on the counter.

"I actually need a favor.", she replied, earning an amused side smirk from the golden eyed waiter.

"Be right back for you.", he announced a little louder, just naturally enough for the guy to hear but not seem to obvious. While passing her the waiter slid her a notepad and a pen, probably to write down her favor. She smiled as she caught his wink, then got to writing down her favor without seeming too obvious. But the guy she was here with was eyeing his motorcycle through the window, probably worried if it still stood there.

Alya put the notepad one level deeper onto the working space of the counter, then she waited for the golden eyed boy to return while not looking too suspicious. He did a few moments later, now innocently taking her order of two colas and telling her that she could return to her date, he would bring them.

She smirked at him as she made her way back to the seat, nodding at the guy to continue monologuing as she was seated again.

He didn't let her ask twice as he already went off about some children that were annoying him the other day. But this time, Alya couldn't even fake her smile. She was smiling for real, at the thought of what would happen in a second. The waiter vanished in the back for a second, probably to warn his boss and tell him she slid him 20 Euros to pay for the inconvenience.

Then he returned, putting away the two empty glasses to wash them later and filling up two new ones with the ordered cola for their table. Alya honestly had a hard time looking away from his practiced movements. She liked watching him moving in his little space behind the counter almost effortlessly, blindly as he confidently picked the bottles he needed without even having to check.

She almost sighed at his surety with which he moved, her gaze getting caught in watching his lower arms that peeked out of some rolled up sleeves fly to uncap another bottle of cola. His skin made such a nice contrast to the white shirt of his outfit as a waiter. She shook her head and looked back at her date. No, no, no distractions. She wanted to get out of here and fast. The plan was made, c'mon, focus.

Within seconds the glasses were full and her partner in crime loaded them on a tablet, both coincidentally near to the edge of the tray, she noticed with a slight smirk.

Her date went on about his motorcycle again and she was suddenly very glad she had asked the waiter to help her out. She really wouldn't have been able to hear more of this guy's machine…

Internally, she braced herself the best she could. And she should probably catch the glass, too, not to give the waiter even more to clean up.

He reached their table and Alya politely looked up to him, nodding at him. The waiter winked inconspicuously and looked over to her date, beginning to grab the first cola to serve it to him. Alya firmly kept her gaze on the second glass as her date already thanked the waiter. And just as he lifted the glass off the tray it tipped over his fingertips because of the weight of the second glass.

The icy cold cola spilled over Alya's top and lap, the glass landing on her arm and rolling off to come to rest on her lap. The tray fell on her shoulder and clattered to the ground.

For a second, the restaurant remained silent as all gazes went over to them. Cola dripped from her hair into her cleavage and pooled in her lap. The stickiness quickly made itself noticeable as her clothes stuck to her and her hair clumped together.

"… -my god I am so, so sorry, Mademoiselle!", the waiter's voice finally reached her as she awoke from her stupor, feeling a giggle rising up in her throat, "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

She trained a surprised expression on her face, frowning up at him.

"Well-…", she began, fighting her smirk at the perfect acting of her partner in crime, but doing her best to suppress it, "… Thank you. For the cola. Uhm-… Ew…"

A brief eye contact had them both nodding, just for the other to see. His was a mission complete, hers was a thank you.

But they hadn't kept her date in their minds while making the deal. Or rather, Alya didn't expect him to stand up and start yelling at the cute waiter. With wide eyes she stared as the guy pulled his arm up and back, clenching his fist, readying himself to give the waiter a good punch.

"Wow, hey! No need to get physical!", she suddenly heard from the bar, seeing a big, bulky man with the outfit of a cook appearing in the doorframe, just as she was about to jump up and stop her date from wrecking the waiter's face.

The cook stomped around the bar while her so called date shrunk further and further, his head now ducked between his shoulders as the man shoved the waiter behind his back, cracking his knuckles.

"You got a problem, you leave.", he growled. The guy didn't let that be asked of him twice as he visibly deflated and turned on his heels, not even shooting her a second glance as he vanished through the door.

Alya held her breath as the cook turned to her but the waiter quickly ducked through underneath his arm, pushed past him and offered her a high five.

"Hey, that was some pretty convincing acting.", he praised her, his eyes shining while the cook turned around, explaining the situation to the rest of the restaurant and that everything was under control now.

Alya hesitantly high fived him, puzzled by how her asking for a favor had ended in this situation. And that he didn't seem to mind in the slightest that she was still soaked in cola, including her hand, and that everything was sticky. Without even batting an eyelash he caught her hand with which she had just given the high five and swiftly grabbed the glass from her lap, helping her to her feet.

"Sorry for the little scare. But I kinda suspected your date to pull something like that so I gave my cousin a little heads up."

She finally managed to smile but began to feel increasingly disgusted with the cola all over her, sticking everything to her and overall feeling wet and cold.

"Oh, uh-… Thanks…"

He nodded, waving it off.

"Not a problem. Now, I guess your home is a bit further away? And you shouldn't get into a car like this."

Alya chuckled nervously. That's right, she hadn't thought about that…

"Uhm, it's just a few blocks, actually. It's okay."

His smug grin made her sigh. He got her.

"Lie.", he winked again, then gestured to the back, "Don't worry, my family owns this house, actually. I got the apartment beneath the roof. You can take a shower at my place, I lend you a few clothes and then you can go home? Because I won't let you go through this cold like this, it's March. You'd freeze to death.", a small glance from both of them confirmed that it had begun raining as well.

She huffed, nodding to herself. She wouldn't wanna go through this weather either. If it had only been on her shirt that wouldn't have been a problem, but with her jeans looking like she had just peed herself? Dripping cola everywhere in the bus because a walk home would take over half an hour? In the rain, additionally?

So she sighed, defeatedly nodding.

"Only if I'm not getting you in trouble for leaving work, though."

"My parents own this restaurant, they'll forgive me. Especially for helping out a pretty girl on which I just dumped a drink."

She giggled as she grabbed her stuff and followed him to the back, into a staircase leading up into the private rooms.

"On her own request, mind you.", she retorted, wrapping her arms around herself even if it disgusted her since the stickiness only became worse, but preventing to drop everywhere.

He snorted, shrugging as he led her to the highest floor to unlock one of the two doors that opened the way into his apartment. She tried her best to keep her dripping to herself as she stepped in, waiting for him to lead the way to the bathroom. He quickly stepped past her in the narrow hallway, gently cupping her elbows not to accidently push her over, then he opened a door to the side and waved her in.

"Towels are next to the shower and you can use everything in there. I'll uh-… Well, I could give you a few of my clothes."

"What, no girlfriend to snag from?", she cheekily asked before realizing what she had just done, as they both turned incredibly red.

"Ah uh-…", he intelligently replied, rubbing the back of his head, "Uhm-… N-No, no, no girlfriend. But I c-could ask my sister if she got clothes for you? She's smaller than you, though…"

Alya quickly shook her head, smiling awkwardly while stepping closer to the shower.

"Oh, no no, that's fine. A-Any of your clothes are, uhm, fine."

They stood in an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds until the waiter clapped his hands together and looked at her again with an awkward smile.

"Yes, uhm, anyway, just make yourself comfortable here. I'll put out a few clothes for you in front of the door and finish off my shift, it'll take about half an hour, then I can drive you home. Would, uhm-… Would that be okay?"

Alya awkwardly nodded but halted him before he could already step out again.

"Oh, uhm-… If I'm already taking a shower at your place-… I'm Alya, by the way."

He chuckled as he turned back to her, stretching out his hand.

"Nino. Nice to meet you, Alya."

She nodded at him, holding her hand up.

"Sticky hand, sorry."

He laughed and his offered hand flew up to the back of his head.

"Oh, right. So, uhm, how about I just-…", he searched his phone out and typed something, "I'll get you a few clothes and lay them out in front of the door. You can type in my number and just leave my phone outside, if you need anything, if that's cool? Just text me when it's safe to come up again."

As he turned the screen of his phone back to her she realized that he had pulled up his number, for her to type into her phone.

"Uhm, yeah, cool. Cool!", they both smiled at each other before her grin turned smug, "Smooth way to get my number, by the way."

"I try.", he winked, a humorous wink in his eyes as he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him, leaving her to it.