Sable
Summary: Their eyes met, a clash of deep blue and dark black. She knew right then she was lost.
A bell clanged signaling a customer's arrival. Juvia looked up, and wished she hadn't. Her breath caught in her throat and her mind stopped working. He made his way toward her and in a deep, husky voice, ordered a latté. She was enraptured by his voice. Somehow, her movements felt robotic and she watched as he turned to leave. He cocked his head, and looked over his broad, muscular shoulder. Their eyes met, a clash of deep blue and dark black. She knew right then she was lost. He continued and found himself a seat by the window, eyes never leaving hers as he sat and waited for his order. He placed his chin on his hand, and stared. It was unnerving and exciting, knowing that his penetrating gaze was fixed on her. She was enthralled. A coffee cup materialized in front of her and she left the counter to give it to him. As she drew near, he, enchanted by her fingers, wondered what they would feel like roaming his body. He mentally scolded himself and accepted the latté, giving her a half-smile. She loved it. Juvia would love anything from him; she came to a subconscious realization.
"Gray," he said. "Name's Gray. You?"
"Juvia," she replied, offering a shy smile, cheeks impossibly red.
A/N: I have no idea what I did here. Review?
-Rin