A loud smack rang through the room as Lucy slammed her forehead to her desk, groaning sounds escaping her lips. The sun shone in bright through the window, and, annoyed by the happy weather outside, she angrily pulled the curtains over. She was dead tired of this, honestly, tired of being stuck in her novel writing. The rough draft was due tomorrow, goddamnit!

"Ugh", The blonde sighed, propping herself up with an arm. She turned her gaze quickly to the clock beside her, trying all she could to avoid the blank paper in front of her at all costs. The digital number 1 shone bright red in front of her eyes.

"Wah!? 1 already? Crap!" Lucy clicked her tongue and forced her body upright, snatching the pencil that had rolled to the table edge. Her movements were forced to a stop by a sudden pain in her stomach, followed by a rather unsettling sound.

Lucy sighed. "Lunch first, I guess."

She picked up the phone, and dialled a familiar number.

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"Argh… No! This isn't going to work!" Lucy screamed at the scribbled words. She scrunched the paper up and flung it to the adjacent wall. She gripped her hair, tugging at the strands, frantically racking her brain for ideas until the doorbell rang.

A frustrated grunt, a stomp of her foot and at least twelve deep breaths afterwards, the door was swung open.

"Yes?" Lucy growled, irritated by the interruption to her work.

The person on the other side of the frame stood slack jawed, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected anger directed at them.

"Ah, pizza delivery, miss! An order of a medium Hawaiian along with a coke!"

"Ah, pizza? Oh! Right. Yeah. Just let me grab my wallet." Lucy ruffled her hair, and turned to fetch the needed payment.

"Do you guys accept credit?"

"Yeah! No prob!"

"Alright, then. Here you go." She handed the delivery man - boy - her card. She hadn't failed to notice the array of spiky pink hair that stood at all angles from under his cap, and the odd scale-like scarf that he wore, despite the heat. At any other time, she would have giggled at his bright pink mane, if not for the crisis she was currently stationed in.

"Would you like your receipt, ma'am?" The boy asked, returning her card and pulling out the papers that flowed from the machine.

"Ah, yes, that would be great."

The boy handed her the small slip, and, seeing that his job was fully finished, turned back to the road and tipped his cap.

"Well, have a nice day, miss!"

Lucy almost dropped her card and wallet as she took in the boy's face. Although half of his features were out of sight from the way he stood, she could still catch the toothy grin that was shot at her. She was kept at a standstill from her place at the door as the boy slowly strided down back to his delivery truck. She watched as he jumped into the driver's seat and flashed her one last grin before starting up to leave.

As the truck drove out of view, and the blonde finally regained her senses, Lucy found herself smiling. She touched her face in astonishment at the odd gesture, and turned to the empty driveway once more. That boy's smile had travelled to her.

Then she let out a stream of giggles, laughing at both herself and the odd boy. How surprising the world was, she found, for her whole month's load of stress and distraught to be destroyed by a simple smile.

Yes, she'll admit that it came from a rather attractive male; yes, it forced a slight jump to her chest, but she would not have expected such a change in her mood from such a small gesture.

Lucy laughed again. With a huff, and a rather loud "All right!", the writer went back into her humble home, mood brightened and spirits lifted.

If there was one thing Lucy regretted in that ordeal, it was that she did not ask nor bother to look at the nametag of the boy who struck her like a wave of sunlight.

Well, no matter. She strangely doubted that that would be the last time she saw him. After all, this definitely wouldn't be the last time she ordered pizza.

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Lucy tucked the receipt into her wallet, and took the large box from his waiting arms. He flashed her a bright grin, gave her the exact same words as last time, and trotted back to his truck.

The blonde gave him a wave, before being reminded of her forgotten task.

"Wait! What's your name?" She called, eagerly awaiting the answer.

The boy spun around at the abrupt question. He tipped his cap, and with a grin that could rival the stars, said,

"Natsu Dragneel! And you, miss?"

The blonde mirrored his expression, cupped her hands at her mouth, and screamed,

"Lucy Heartfilia!"

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*A/N: This first one was technically supposed to be a lot longer than it is now, but I figured it was a good idea to end it here. Well, thanks for reading, and hope to hear some reviews!