I apologize foe the hiatus. I'm still not going to be updating anything as fast as I would like too. I got a belittle review from someone that said I didn't actually use any detail. I actually tried very hard to make this as detailed as possible.

Reasons Why I Haven't Updated

Ballroom Dancing! Wish me luck when I ask my friend Sean to be my partner.

High School Prep!

TFIOS. There isn't any decent fan fics that I love.

Sorry for rambling and lesser updates! Enjoy!

The sweet smell of strawberry shortcake fills my nose as I enter the bakery. As usual, the mint colored walls are covered with different cake requests and different amounts of money for each. The chalkboard still shows yesterday's schedule and nobody was manning the counter. I enter and wave to a few of the regular customers as I head to the kitchen to begin my work day.

"You're late," snaps an angry red-head. She was currently rolling out dough for a pie.

"Sorry. My water wasn't working this morning."

"Lucy, I'm the boss. I decided what time you come in." She takes the rolling pin and smashes it into the counter. It snaps in half on impact and splinters fly into the air everywhere.

"Sorry Erza, it won't happen again."

"It better not, or I'll serve your head on this platter." She gestures her hand to a silver platter which was currently holding dozens of cookies and pastries. I emit a small yelp. "You're on cash register duty." I sigh and exit the kitchen. I pull on a black apron and walkabout front. I type in the code which turns the register on and wait. A bell rings and I turn my head, only to see a tall man wearing a black beanie, a black jacket, a red t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of white converse. He takes off his jacket and places it on the coat rack, and follows by taking off his beanie. His hair is messy and pink. It looks as though his hair dresser had accidentally dumped the pink dye on it instead of shampoo, and then they decided to blow dry it out, only to realize that you can't remove dye that way. He walks towards the register and greets me with a smile, that shows off his pearly white fangs.

"How may I help you sir?" I ask in my most polite voice.

"Well, I was hoping you could help me decide on what to order." No customer has ever asks me in all of my existence for support on ordering deserts and coffees.

"Well, the chocolate-espresso cake is superb, but I think the owner would be furious if you didn't try her strawberry shortcake."

"I'll get both then, along with two coffees." He must have a date coming in.

"Not to butt in on anything, of course, but why would you need to coffees, sir?"

"Welll," he looks at my nametag, "Lucy, I thought you looked a little tired and thirsty so I bought you a coffee."

"You didn't have to do that."

"I insist."

"Well, thank you. That will be $15.97, please." He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a wallet and hands me his credit card.

"Credit please." I swipe his card and let him sign on the small screen in front of him.

"Would you like a receipt?"

"Yes please. May I have a pen?"

"Sure." I fish through the drawer beneath me and find a pen. I hand him the receipt and the pen. He scribbles something quickly on it and gives both back.

"Keep it." I smile and read the note. 'Call me. I wrote the number on the back of the sheet. Natsu Dragneel.'

"You can go find your seat and I'll bring you your food." He nodds his head and turnes towards a table for two and sits down. After ten minutes of Erza screaming at me, I am able to grab Natsu's food and bring it to him.

"Thank you," he says.

"No thank you. Enjoy and have a good day Natsu." I walk away with my heart beating out of my chest. Was that so hard? Delivering food to a boy you've never met before? Apparently it was. After hours of waiting for the store to close, Erza finally screams for the last time and I'm able to drive back to my apartment.

~X~

I walk into the lobby and greet the receptionist. Her long white hair is curled, barely any make up on her pale skin, and she was wearing a blue dress with spaghetti straps. Being a receptionist was a side job due to her up and coming modeling career.

"Hey Mira." I brush my fingers across the slick, wooden counter.

"Hi Lucy. Is there something wrong?"

"Boy troubles." Mira squeals with delight after hearing what I had just said. I tell her the story of how we met at the bakery.

"What's his name?"

"Natsu."

"What color hair?"

"Pink. Why are you asking me this?"

"You kinda like Natsu Dragneel?"

"Yeah."

"He owns that adventure course place. I could totally see you guys dating."

"We've only had one conversation!"

"Pink-hair brown-eyed babies! Blonde-hair green-eyed babies!" Mira says with delight and I stomp into the elevator.

"Dragon Adventures, huh?" I mumble to myself. I've driven by that place billions of times. I've never actually been, though. The elevator opens on my floor and I skip to my room. I unlock the door and step inside. My minimalist room is a pristine white color, the floor is a mahogany brown, and all of my furniture is pink (except the couch which id black leather, and the dining room table and chairs which match the floor.) I take out my phone and text the number.

Me: Hey Natsu. It's Lucy. Your waitress at the cafè.

A few seconds pass before I get my reply.

Natsu: Hey Luce. Can you believe that I'd never been to Fairy Tail before that? XD

Me: I've never been to Dragon Adventures either.

Natsu: I never told you I owned that.

Me: Mira told me.

Natsu: That makes sense.

Me: Yeah. I know. Well good night.

Natsu: See you tomorrow.

What did tomorrow even mean? We didn't even have plans. I get into my bed and I dream about Natsu all night.