A/N: Guess who's back. It's been awhile. I took a long break, not writing at all for over a year. It's kind of sad, thinking about it. I just couldn't do it. Felt impossible. Struggled with a few things as well. Yet, here I am once again. Hopefully not giving up this time.

Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy this story. It's supposed to be a lighthearted, simple story. I don't want to write anything serious or depressing right now. I might change the rating to M. I have some possible lemons in mind, which go well with the story. For now, it's T, since I haven't actually written things like that in the first place. I'm not sure if I'm going to. We'll see.

If you have any feedback, please let me know! I'm always looking for ways to improve. Enjoy3

It was a chilly, yet beautiful day. Lucy stood outside, rewriting something that looked like a sign for a restaurant. She stretched her arms and yawned, with a bored look on her face. In fact, she was a bit bored. It was early in the morning, she was at her work, prepping the restaurants to open in a few hours. It wasn't something horrible to do. In fact, she quite liked to work here. In this place called "Angel feathers". It was a simple, local restaurant. It wasn't very popular, but made enough to go by. There were always guests who kept returning to the place and that is exactly what Lucy liked about it. The simplicity. She just didn't like working all by herself. Her boss, Solano, was out. Shopping or something. Lucy didn't really pay attention to her this morning. Meaning the bombshell blonde was alone. Her co-workers had yet to arrive, they had to work when Angel feathers actually opened.

This morning might sound like a typical quiet start of the day. But for some reason it wasn't. Lucy had this nagging feeling in her stomach. Something was about to happen. Something big. She couldn't place her finger on what it could be. It is not like she had planned something exciting or something new. Not at all.

What she didn't realize is that her life was indeed about to change.

It all started with a collision, an old man and his love for food.

It happened rather quickly. The sound of someone screaming, things falling on to the cold and dirty pavement. An old man, bruised fell to the ground. Someone collided into him, yet didn't even bother to help the poor man. Most people didn't, so it seemed. Lucy saw what happened and didn't doubt for a second. She wanted to help the man. The girl might not be the smartest person, or the prettiest, or the most rich. But she did have some manners. At least, she likes to thinks so.

She ran towards the man. It was a short man. Grumpy, yet somehow, funny looking eyes. A big white mustache covering his upper lip. A small stream of blood ran down the side of his head. Lucy gently put her hands on the shoulders of the now sitting man.

"Sir, are you okay?" Concern overwhelmed her high pitched voice. The man let out a weak smile.

"It's alright young lady. Could you be a sweetheart and help this old man up?" Lucy nodded and smiled, with a friendly look in her eyes. She somehow liked the old man. He had a good vibe about him. Not something she'd notice normally, after such a short amount of time.

The blonde carefully lifted the old man on his own feet. She stood still for a few seconds and took a decision.

"You should come with me" She gestured towards the building in which Angel feathers was located. "To take care of your wounds."

The old man shook his head stubbornly.

"No, I'm alright. These scratches are nothing."

"I insist." Lucy wouldn't take no for an answer. The man looked quite fragile and she wouldn't want to have it on her consciousness if he'd fall ill because of this. Or worse. The chocolate eyed girl simply didn't want anything bad to happen. Her mother always told her to be kind and caring towards others, even if they were strangers. It's a mantra Lucy had been telling herself over and over

After resisting for awhile, the old, white haired man finally gave in and Lucy escorted him inside of the Angel feathers. She took down a chair for the man. Most chairs were still resting on the tables. It didn't take long to clean up the scratches the old man had. Luckily, they weren't deep. His stuff wasn't damaged either. He told her his name was Makarov. Makarov Dreyar. His name wasn't an unknown name in the city of Magnolia. Lucy hadn't been living here for a very long time, yet she knew him as well.

He was the CEO of the Fairy tail group. It's a company that resolves around restaurants and foodshows on television. Most of the famous chef's with their own show worked under this company. Lucy especially admired Mira-Jane. She was a gorgeous former model with mad cooking skills. Her show was lovely to watch.

Yet Makarov Dreyar didn't seem to be so impressed about his company. He talked with a nostalgic look in his eyes about his first restaurant. The love and warmth coming from his voice made it a lovely story.

How he took over a small restaurant from an old friend. Mavis was her name. He brought the restaurant back to live. It was a true family restaurant.

"Sometimes, I wish I could go back to those days." He stared at his hands. "But things have changed. I have changed. I'm too old to open such a restaurant again anyway."

"Can't you ask one of your grandchildren to help you out?" Lucy said, with a hesitating tone in her voice. She didn't want to upset the old man. The subject seemed a bit sensitive.

"That's an idea..." The man mumbled. "Those brats are too busy with their lives anyway." The blonde stayed quiet. She felt that it wasn't her in her right to meddle any further in Makarov's business.

"Thank you for the help, young lady." He stood up from the black chair he was sitting on. "It's no problem, mister Dreyar. It's simply the right thing to do." The man showed a somehow youthful grin and laughed.

"Yes, I guess you are right about that." He picked up his jacket and put it on again. "By the way, what was your name again?

"Lucy. Lucy Heartfilia."

"Well miss Heartfilia, I shall no longer keep you from your job. Until we meet again!" The man waved as he left the building.

The rest of the day was like a normal day. It wasn't too busy. Just a regular day at the restaurant. Lucy couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was going to happen. Solano didn't show up for the rest of the day. This meant Lucy was in charge. She was the assistant manager of the place anyway. Along with Yukino and Minerva, her co-workers, she handled all the wishes of the guests. The wishes for food and drinks. Don't get any strange ideas about it. The chef Eric and his assistant Kinana handled everything in the kitchen. Lucy originally applied as a chef, but since she didn't have any diploma's, that dream wasn't going to come true just yet. Solano was kind enough to hire Lucy anyway. As a waitress in the first place. She worked herself up as assistant manager over the past year.

As she went home to relax and take a long, warm bath. Her sore feet dragged her towards her apartment. It wasn't like it was a hard day, yet she somehow felt exhausted.

She was about to enter her apartment, with her keys in her hand when she noticed him. A salmon haired man in a black, expensive looking suit. And he walked towards her.

"Lucy Heartfilia?" She nodded slowly as her eyes kept following the man who took a few steps towards the blonde.

"I'm here to personally pick you up and escort you." Lucy eyed the man with the strange hair colour suspiciously.

"To pick me up for what? Where do you want me to go?" She asked. Her voice raised a little. She couldn't help it. It was just too strange.

"To meet with gramps. Duh."

And before she could protest, he'd already picked her up and thrown her over his shoulder. This man wasn't going to take no for an answer.