...part of her had suspected it when he'd asked for his mother.

He hadn't met her until long after his mother was gone. He didn't remember being Chat Noir, and he'd become Chat around he same time he'd met her. There was no reason for him to be able to remember her name, and yet - she'd hoped.

She kept her gaze on their hands in an attempt to hide the hurt in her eyes.

"It's Marinette," She said quietly after a long moment. "We..."

She swallowed hard.

"...we went to school together."