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Jellal dislikes pop music. Especially if it comes blasting from the radio.
But as he opens the heavy, creaking door to the bookstore, the smell of books hitting him right in the face, he sees her.
She has her shoes off; they lay on the floor, untidily, as if she has decided to throw them mid while she was doing something. And boy – was she doing something. Her long, red hair whips back and forth in the air, and her hands trace invisible, intricate puzzle figures in nothingness. She is wearing jeans that she has rolled up to her knees, and a t-shirt which sleeves has also been rolled up to her shoulders. But her face is what is so captivating – her determined expression, as if she wants to drown in the atmosphere through the rather stilted movements.
She is dancing to the music on the radio.
All this Jellal absorbs in the mere seconds that his eyes had landed on her figure. And all the while, there is only one thought that comes to this fine, young gentleman's mind.
And that is…
Her dancing sucks.
Her head bounces, but in displaced movements to the tune. Her legs make scraggly motions on the floor, not unlike a chicken trying to fly to the freedom of the skies. Her hands lash out gracelessly – and sometimes get entangled in that long, long red hair of hers. Her body bends from side to side, but in awkward, stiff movements.
Not only that. She is dancing to some crappy music on the old, weather-beaten radio placed precariously on top of a makeshift tower of books. Specifically, crappy pop music that Jellal cannot even stand to be in hearing distance.
But his body moves forward on its own and as he does so, knocks over a box of books. And conveniently disrupts her preoccupied dancing.
The red-haired woman stands erectly and then swiftly turns to the noise. A mixture of embarrassment and anger floods her face before pointing at him, her feet still barefooted.
"Y-You! Why – You –" she mumbles. "You – You weren't there the whole time, r-right?"
All the while she is dancing, there is another thought that fills his mind as he watches her twirl uncouthly on the bookstore floor. And this thought he voices, trying to sound serious whilst holding down the mirth of laughter bubbling traitorously in his throat.
"You look pretty damn cute," he says with all the seriousness he could muster.
The woman's face turns bright pink, then green, and then white and finally a bright, vicious red like her hair.
Jellal never really had enough time to process his thoughts before a book comes flying at his face.
…
Jellal still dislikes pop music. But when she dances to it, he decides that it is not that bad after all.
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