Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon, Marvelous Interactive does. I don't even localize it, although I'd probably do a better job than Natsume. Grumble grumble.
This is a series of drabbles (stories that are exactly 100 words long) featuring Grary. They're based off a Seventh Sanctum random writing challenge generator. Google it if you're interested, some of their generators are pretty hilarious.
First prompt: The story takes place in the spring.
Mary sat behind her desk, writing furiously, too engrossed in her manuscript to hear the door opening or a pair of familiar heavy footsteps. She started when her visitor cleared his throat. Looking up quickly, the librarian met the eyes of a blushing blacksmith.
"Gray! I'm sorry, I didn't see you." The redhead nodded, lowering his eyes.
"Yeah, that's okay. Um, these are, uh, for you." He dropped a package on her desk and rushed back out, leaving a bewildered Mary in his wake. Opening the parcel, she blushed at the contents.
Cookies. She had forgotten it was Spring 14th.