"I think I made a mistake. It suits you too well. Maybe to the point of being cliché."

Erza laughed. "Sorry. What are we talking about now?"

"Your last name," Jellal told her. "Scarlet. I don't know what I was thinking when I decided to call you that."

Erza felt like she'd been struck with a sack of bricks, for she'd thought of her last name as a point of pride, as a reminder of Jellal's sweeter self, and for assurance of the beauty she was sure he'd seen in her. "What would you change it to?"

"How about Fernandez?"