Date: September 20, 2016

Hiya! Ok, I might as well write a Gruvia fluffy drabble, because I'm definitely not getting that Medieval AU out any time soon. Sorry, I'm having SERIOUS writer's block. Argh. So, instead, I'm messing around with drabble-y prompts.

So, first prompt, then, I guess. Credit for this cute prompt goes to fanficy-prompts on Tumblr!

I go to a coffee shop everyday after class, and you're always there in the back corner sitting alone and you always order the same thing, I tried it and it's delicious and you look so sad.

Juvia stepped into the cozy aura of her campus coffee shop. Inhaling the slightly bitter aroma of ground coffee beans, she smiled a little, and then got in line. She noticed the taller person with black hair in front of her, sighing.

It was him again. Juvia had seen him order so many times, she knew his order by heart. One grande iced mocha, extra ice, two pumps of extra mocha. She internally smirked when he stepped up to the counter and ordered the exact same thing.

Of course, she always knew what was going to happen next. He was going to pay, in cash, move over to the darkest corner near the counter, wait for his drink to be called under his name, Gray, and when it arrived, he would go over to the table in the farthest corner, shadowed by a potted plant.

And yes, that happened. Juvia tugged on her blue curls in thought, browsing the menu. She was so caught up in deciding, she didn't notice that the barista was clearing her throat, trying to get her attention.

"U-um, have you decided yet?" Juvia looked back down. "Of course," she nodded, glancing at the barista's nametag, "Miss Mira-chan?"

Mira smiled, and Juvia continued. "Juvia would like a grande Java Chip frappucino, with whip please?" "Sorry, but we're out of the Java Chip frappucinos. Is there anything else you'd like instead?"

"Sure!" Juvia glanced through the menu, but couldn't find anything to choose. Normally that wouldn't have been a big deal, except the person behind her was her exceedingly (AN: EXCEEDingly… *Ba Dum Tss* Yeah, I'll leave now.) grumpy without his coffee.

How did she know that? Well, because the person standing behind her was one of her classmates, Laxus Dreyar. Said Laxus slammed his palm against his head. "Hurry uppp… Juvia…."

Mira leaned over the counter. "Excuse me sir, but you need to learn to mind your manners, and WAIT PATIENTLY," she shouted, and then returned back to Juvia. That managed to shut Gajeel up.

"W-what, who, coffee, yelling at me?" Juvia giggled, hearing his tired muttering. Looking at the menu again, she couldnt find anything that appealed to her. The frustrated grumbles of caffeine-deprived college students in the line behind her reached Juvia's ears, and in a moment of panic, she ordered the first thing that came to her head. "One grande iced mocha with extra ice, please!"

Mira looked slightly taken-aback, but then smiled. "Of course! So you want your name under Juvia?" "Yes please!" "Okay, your order'll be out soon."

"Thank you, Mira-chan!," Juvia waved. She walked over to her normal armchair. Sitting down, she pulled out her laptop and started typing out her homework for the day.

Soon her drink arrived, and she took a sip. Flavor washed over her tongue. "Wow," Juvia murmured to herself. "This is good!"

A sudden crash made Juvia's head whip to the side. She saw Gray, cup and ice knocked to the floor. She saw him fumbling with the few amount of napkins, and she saw him meet her gaze and shrug.

Shaking her head, she grabbed some more napkins, and walked over to Gray and the spilled drink. Getting to her knees along with him, she handed him some napkins and gestured at him to help her clean.

"I got it covered, you know," he muttered, but helped anyways.

Together they cleaned up the spilled drink. Once they had finished, they simultaneously flopped onto the nearby chairs and sighed.

Gray spoke up. "So, why'd you help me anyways? I told you I had it covered, didn't I?" "Yeah, but Juvia wanted to talk to you!"

"Talk to me? Why would you want to do that?" "Because, Juvia thinks you seem sad!" He grunted. "I'm not sad. The coffee shop is the only actual place I get peace."

"Ooh," Juvia interceded, "speaking of coffee, Juvia thinks your taste in coffee is excellent!" "Um, thanks?" "You're welcome! Sooooo, what's your next class?"

In the back, Mirajane smiled, noticing Gray and Juvia talking in the corner. She giggled, quietly driving a small remote-control car out from behind where Gray's cup was, back to her. "Another successful day in Mira's Matchmaking,"

Wow, I pulled that off in one night! How I did that, I have no idea. Probably because it was like 500 words. Meh. OOC-ness everywhere. Anyways, notes for this chapter:

1) There was going to be GaLe, and Levy was going to be the barista, and Gajeel would have been Laxus, but then I brought in the matchmaking, and Levy wouldn't really matchmake… which brings me to my next point.

2) Then, there was going to be Miraxus, so it would end with Mira writing her number on Laxus's cup, but that didn't fit too well, so I didn't put that in. Oh well. Sorry to all you Miraxus shippers out there.

So those are all the notes, and I just want to say, thanks for reading, and to those who have requests in line for me, I'm sorry for procrastinating!

I hope you enjoy, and please review, and feed this review-starved author. *waves* I also wish you all a FAB week!

Smile, Sparkle, and Stay Strong! ~CleoKat

BONUS: Miraxus ending!

Mirajane smiled at her handiwork, and started fantasizing of the many situations of her new shipping. She was broken out of the stupor by someone's loud coughing.

It was the rude customer from earlier. She frowned, he shrugged. "Your drink isn't ready yet." "I know," he said, "Just wanted to apologize for earlier. Kinda rude of me." Mira smiled. "Forgiven! Now, your name was Laxus, wasn't it?"

She started mixing his drink a little faster after that, and made a little bit of small talk. When his drink was done, she handed him his steaming cup and a cardboard cupholder.

Laxus nodded while taking the tray. He noticed a small string of numbers on the rim of the cup, however. The silver-haired bartender winked. "That's my number, call me!," she giggled, whisking off to serve the next customer.

Laxus smirked, but pulled out his phone to enter her number. He coughed, and tucked his phone away into his pocket, leaving the coffee shop.

The Cozy Cafe, he read. Well, I'll be coming back here again. Even if it's not for coffee.