AN: Drabble for kanarenee, for Lyredy Coffee shop AU. Were Lyon orders cold drinks in the middle of winter and Meredy thinks he's crazy.

Sugar, Spice and Ice

"I'll take a vanilla bean frappe, low-fat soy milk and half sweetener please," Lyon said as he fished out his credit card from his wallet.

Meredy noted the absence of gloves on his hands and frowned. "Dude, you're fucking kidding right?" She stared back at him incredulously. "It's fifteen below and there's a foot of snow on the ground."

Lyon crinkled his nose and frowned at her. "So?"

"So, it's freezing; and you're not wearing gloves. Why would you order a cold drink?"

"Because I don't like hot beverages," Lyon replied indignantly, he folded his arms across his chest. "And I don't see what your problem is; it's not like you have to drink it."

"I have to make it," Meredy grumbled.

The black look she got in response had her glancing around just to make sure her boss wasn't around. This wasn't the first time she'd gotten into it with a customer, and he'd warned her that the next time she'd get written up.

He wasn't, thank god, but that didn't mean Lyon couldn't complain some other time. Juvia wasn't in either, which was a shame cause Lyon clearly had a soft spot for her and she could have gotten Meredy out of this with ease.

Lyon stared her down, his finger tapping against his arm as he waited.

Meredy bit her lip and averted her gaze trying to think of a way to smooth this over.

"Cute."

The word was barely a whisper and for a second Meredy thought somehow missed the chime and some cute girl had walked in. Only to look up and find Lyon staring at her with a glazed over look and pink cheeks. Her own cheeks heated in response.

He thought she was cute?

Not knowing what to do or say, Meredy turned away and started making his drink.

Once the blender whirred to life under her fingers she risked a glance back at him. Their eyes met and Lyon whisked his head away, his blush creeping from his cheeks, down his neck and over his ears.

If she was honest, he was cute when flustered.

Most of the time it felt like he was trying too hard to be perfect, from his suave pick up lines to his perfectly plucked eyebrows, to the designer suits that probably cost a fortune to dry clean weekly, everything about Lyon screamed high maintenance perfectionist.

Except every once in awhile he'd get flustered like this and it was like she could see right through him, and she actually found herself liking the person underneath.

She sighed, shook her head and poured the frappe into its cup and returned to the counter.

Lyon reached for it, but she pulled it just out of reach, feeling a bit cheeky and realizing she'd probably be able to get away with it. "Look, order what you want, but at least go buy yourself a pair of gloves. Frostbite will ruin your mani."

Lyon's face twisted into a scowl and he snatched the drink from her hand, slammed down his other palm on the counter and then proceeded to storm out the door.

Meredy sighed and wondered if she'd pushed him too far, then caught sight of the five dollar bill on the counter and smiled.

He definitely thought she was cute.