Levy McGarden's birthday was August twenty-eight. At that time, she turned twenty-one; now a legal adult by society's standards. She had an early birthday party at Lucy's mansion and, as far as Gajeel knew, nothing else after that on the actual day.

Her birthday came at an odd time in the year concerning school. She aged very shortly after almost all school sessions started back up and when he pondered her age versus her school grade level, he wondered if it had something to do why she was so young and yet almost done with a bachelor's degree. It made him very curious and he often times had the inkling to want to ask her about it, but always restrained himself from such nosy thoughts.

Gajeel knew when her fall classes started back up because she went from being a once-in-a-while customer to practically non-existent. He didn't want to admit that not seeing her face sometimes when she chowed down on cake and devoured all his coffee made him annoyed. He usually didn't interact with most of the customers that came in, regular or not, because he wasn't a people person. He had no reason to be all happy and bubbly with them like his co-workers were...but he didn't mind Levy. He could talk to her on a normal level, his normal level, and she didn't get offended or upset. At least not anymore.

Any time Levy came into his thoughts like this was usually at work when he least expected it and it annoyed the hell out of him. First off, he was usually on the clock and he wanted to focus on the job at hand until he had time to think about her. Second, he wasn't ready to admit that she had become such an important person to him. When he considered the friendship factor, he had to admit that if he called anyone a friend, she would be it. Their personalities matched up on various aspects and what didn't match, clashed very well.

He grinned when he allowed a second to think of how much shit she gave out as much as she took from him. Their playful banter was fully enjoyable and he sometimes baited her just so he could taunt her more. Any of her reactions, from teasing to fully annoyed or embarrassed, he liked witnessing. Every time, it spurred him on.

When Lucy confronted him about Levy's birthday, he was a little surprised. He had never asked when Levy's birthday was, but of course she had one too. After her party, he wanted to do something for her all by himself. He didn't mind having been part of the group, especially at such a fancy place with so much free food that he didn't have to prepare, but that was something from everyone...not him. He didn't care much for birthday parties and if he had his choice, there were other things he favored more as far as celebration went.

When he finally got up the courage to tell Levy he wanted to hang out with her for her birthday, school started and she was nowhere to be found. He didn't have her number, he wasn't about to stop by campus in the chance he would see her, and he damn sure wasn't going to stop by her place in the evening when she may be home! Just because it was the only place he knew she'd be at didn't mean he wanted to show her he had gone that far out of his way to find her!

After all that agonizing, he then learned about Lucy's leaving home and her eventual working at his shop. His plan got shoved to the back burner, but it couldn't be helped. By the time things settled down enough for him to consider his plan again, it was the middle of September. At this point, what was the point? It was so late that even calling his idea a belated birthday gift was stupid. She had been twenty-one for an entire month almost and it seemed that he had missed his shot.

A large part of him said to just let it go and forget what he wanted to do, but when he had finalized all that he needed, he kind of wanted to do it! It was too annoying to just let something like that disappear like it had never been concocted. He spent all that time planning it and he didn't want to waste it! Even if he could consider his plan a Christmas gift when that time rolled around, it would be too cold to enjoy the night air. As it was, the location he had picked out would probably not be a good idea with as cool as the nights were getting now. Even if he told her to dress warm because they would be hanging out outside, he intended being outside for a while and she was so small that he figured she may get cold fairly quickly.

The more he weighed doing this or not, the more he kept pissing himself off with all this floundering. He never stopped and worried this much about anything! Wasting time like this was only making the days pass by even more and making it much harder to find an excuse to do this! He thus decided to just bite the bullet and do what he had originally planned on doing a month ago and go with the changes in season. A few alterations would have to be made for the late time, but he could deal with those. How to get a hold of the woman was the problem.

Gajeel eyed his newest morning employee as she almost effortlessly worked the front register with a fairly genuine smile. She was the biggest link he had to contacting Levy and as much as he wanted to get Levy's number from her, he didn't want to face the embarrassment that would ensue should she ask any questions or tease him.

Gajeel stopped and thought about the person called Lucy. She went from a riches to rags girl, although she looked to have no qualms about it. She seemed to prefer this kind of life and he had to give the princess credit for throwing it all away. He learned from Levy some of her reasons and his opinion of her rose a bit. She was a good, hard worker and she got along well with everyone behind the counter. Perhaps he could trust in that she wouldn't give that all-knowing smile when he asked his question...

Gajeel admitted that he had never had a real conversation with Lucy and the one time they sat down was when she attempted to invite him to Levy's surprise party. He thought about how she had gone from polite to persistent when he kept telling her no. She had shown a strength he didn't know she possessed. A hand thoughtfully rubbed his chin piercing. He was willing to take a chance that this wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass later.

When the morning rush slowed, he plopped a hand on Lucy's shoulder roughly to get her attention. He ignored the jump and jerked a thumb to the back room. "Come take five with me. I want to talk to you about something." It didn't occur to him that his words were poorly chosen until they sat down together, effectively a manager and his employee, and Lucy looked ready to cry. He blinked and was confused about her facial expressions. "What's wrong with you?"

Lucy suddenly started pouring tears and leaned to him. "I'm sorry if I did anything wrong Gajeel! I don't remember anything I may have done! Please don't tell me you're going to fire me!"

He blinked at the assault and tried not to feel his skin crawl in discomfort. He shook his head at her with a sigh. "I'm not sitting you down to fire you and I'm not worried about your work performance." His face heated as he looked away, finger scratching a cheek. "I...need...Levy's number..."

"What was that?"

His blush deepened and he couldn't hide it. Damn it, she was going to make him repeat himself?! This was embarrassing enough as it was! Instead of speaking in a normal tone, he got up and shut the door to keep Lisanna and Kinana from hearing anything. He didn't need anymore female gossip going on around here! He plopped back in the chair, still highly red, and finally looked to his employee. "You have Levy's number. Give it to me." There was a totally unreadable expression on Lucy's face and Gajeel could almost see the gears turning in her head. He quickly looked more annoyed than he felt at any possible thoughts roaming through her head. "What? What's with that face? Just hurry up already!" His hand extended as if she already had it ready.

Lucy's head finally tilted to the side. "What do you need it for?"

"That's none of your business!" He tried not to slam his hand on the table in his frustration that this was still going on. "Just tell me already so you can get back to work."

Lucy looked around the break room before getting up and heading to a spot where a pen and paper resided. She jotted the number down and headed back to the table. She sat back down, paper in her hand, but kept it out of his grasp. "Just tell me why you want it and I'll hand it over."

His brow went up. "Why?" A hand reached out for it.

Lucy yanked her hand away, a fierce light in her eyes. "Levy is my friend, probably my best friend, and you don't ever inquire about her. The few times I've talked to you, you've never shown any outward interest like this. So, if you have a specific reason for wanting her phone number out of the blue, I'd like to know."

Gajeel made one more futile reach before giving up with an annoyed noise. "Fine! I want to tell her to meet me somewhere so I can celebrate her birthday with her. Happy? Now gimme that!"

Lucy stared at him, but her hand slowly handed over the prize. She stared at him silently as he folded the paper and stuck it into his jeans pocket. The pair stood before Lucy's lips finally tilted upward. "Oh." She muttered, a knowing look in her eyes.

Gajeel paused before the door could be opened. Wariness speared him. "What? What's with that 'oh'? Stop smiling like that; it's annoying!"

Lucy's smile widened just a little more. "You already celebrated her birthday with her and yet you want to do so just between the two of you?" She looked him directly in the eye and his discomfort rose. Lucy paused, wondering just how much information she should give. Pieces were coming together and it was exciting and she was happy about them, but she didn't want to be too meddling and mess it up. But, considering this was Gajeel here, a few tidbits may help him out... "If you're interested in her, just do something special for her and you'll get her."

Gajeel let Lucy pass him and head to the front first. His eye twitched in irritation at her somewhat cryptic words. Damn woman was fucking perceptive! He tried to get his face back to its normal color as he thought about her final words and any meaning to them.

'Interested in her? What the fuck does that mean?'

That was a lie; he knew full well what that meant, but he was too embarrassed to admit it. He wasn't going to kid himself in denying anything, but he couldn't tell the truth just yet. Never had he been interested enough in a woman to seek her out, call her, and plan a separate gathering for just the two of them...no matter what the reason was!

A hand scratched the back of his neck as he considered taking an early lunch to get away from all of the estrogen up front. "Damn women..." He finally groused, unable to calm down.

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'Wear something warm and keep your evening open. God, could he be any more vague?' Levy huffed and stared at her closet in confusion. Her brain concocted a few possibilities to his words, but this was Gajeel here and she knew a long time ago to stop assuming things with him. Although, she wanted to think that she knew him well enough to be able to read into his words fairly well, but he often times surprised her by doing something she hadn't experienced yet.

It was surprising enough to get his number on her caller ID, but to hear his voice on her answering machine was too much! She wondered how he got her number and then realized the only way was Lucy. She crossed her arms thoughtfully, finger tapping an arm. "Now just why would he confront Lu-chan in order to get my phone number?" She queried amidst the silence.

Her imagination had exploded with all sorts of romantic things and it was rather hard to keep herself calm. Gajeel's message said that he would pick her up at six, which meant he was leaving his precious work to spend time with her...and he was coming to her apartment again. She was going to be on the back of his bike, sitting dangerously close to him. Her face flared and she quickly started rummaging through her sweaters to busy herself.

Something warm? It wasn't even that cold at night yet, but she knew from past experience that being on Gajeel's bike got really damn cold with no metal frame to keep the wind off. She finally settled on a pink, three-quarters sweater. It was a fairly thick knit, but there were gaps at the shoulders. She really liked this sweater because it actually fit her properly in all the right places and grinned like an idiot when she thought about wearing it while she was with Gajeel. She held it for moments, pondering whether to wear it and finally gave in. Wear something warm were his instructions...but he didn't say exactly what.

A pair of thick tights finished the ensemble, although for good measure she grabbed one of her lined hats and stuck it on her head. She took it off minutes later when she almost started sweating with how insulated she was in her apartment. At least this took care of being on his bike!

The sound of a motorcycle came to her way before she knew he had shown up. Her heart rate doubled when she headed to the window to confirm. Gajeel's easily noticeable bike pulled up at the front entry and she hurried over to her things. She pulled the hat on again, grabbed her sneakers, and purse. She locked the door and skipped steps to get outside. She didn't even realize that she had run out in a hurry before asking herself why she was practically running to get to him...

The door suddenly yanked open and he looked to it. Levy stood there, quite pink in the face to match her sweater. He blatantly eyed her outfit, not failing to note how there was no breathing room in her choice of attire. 'Damn!' roamed his head more than once as he watched her give a shy smile and walk toward his bike. He checked out the skin of her shoulders and a brow rose. He waited till she was in front of him before a gloved hand reached out on its own and picked at the shoulder strap next to her neck. "You're going to get really damned cold if you don't have a jacket on shortie." He heard himself say.

She barely heard him from the blood rushing her ears. Cold? His little stunt just caused a temperature spike of a few degrees! It was no fair that Gajeel's hands looked amazing in fingerless, leather gloves! And the fact that they just openly touched her skin made those fingers seem even more masculine. "I'll...be fine..." She mumbled, trying not to feel as hot in the face as she worried she was. "It's not that bad outside..." She eyed his attire and tried to lighten the situation she suddenly felt was too much for her to handle. "You can always lend me your jacket, right?" She grinned.

Leather...Gajeel was wearing a black, leather jacket...with his hair unbound...with those gloves and piercings... He was the image of the total bad boy with that outfit, those boots, and his bike. By rights, he was the one person that most people didn't want to get near and yet here she was, ready to get on this person's motorcycle for whatever plan he had going on...

He snorted and looked away to the hand still on the handlebar. He harshly swallowed, trying to get his heart to slow as he leaned back and scooted a few inches back on the seat. "Well...hop on so we can get out of here."

She saw his movements and her eyes widened as she quickly grasped just what he was insinuating. She recoiled a little, heart going even further. "Wha – what...do you...why that way? Why can't I just sit like I did before?"

He rolled his eyes and jerked a thumb to his back. "You can't exactly sit behind me like that. This is the only way I could think of."

Her eyes followed his thumb and found he had somehow juggled a small pack and guitar case on his back. A brow rose as her brain was already trying to figure out just what was going on here! Gajeel was asking her out for an undetermined amount of time to hang out and he brought his guitar and something else. More romantic thoughts filled her head and she mentally shook herself against them. Gajeel was hardly one she pegged for a romantic person!

This was a problem on both sides though. She sat down very gingerly and put her feet as he instructed her to do so. Her adrenaline was going on high and spiked when Gajeel leaned forward, his chest muscles touching her back, when he went to grip the handlebars. Her face flared, fists clenching painfully tight, as she held onto the handlebars as told. She didn't know what he was trying to do by having her sit like this, aside from the obvious, but realized after he started the bike that she could feel his heart thunder as fast as hers was...or was that just the vibration of the engine? She didn't know.

The ride was torture from the second they left the parking lot. She could feel his arms and chest clench around her whenever he maneuvered the bike into a turn. He would lean against her a little more at some turns and the amount of heat she felt from him, even sitting in the front of the bike, kept her more than warm despite the wind rushing at her the entire way.

They reached the city park. When Gajeel turned the bike off and got off first, the cold hit her like a sledgehammer...as did the relief. She hadn't been that tortured by another man ever and didn't know how she was going to spend time with him after something like that! She finally swung a leg around and looked around the area to take her mind off of what just happened. "We're at a park." She dumbly stated, looking to him in confusion.

"We're not there yet." He announced, turning to where he intended to go. His hand waved her to go with him. "Let's go."

She looked around, brain churning and excitement flaring as they walked. The dead leaves crunched under them and whatever was left was beautiful to look at, even though the sun was going down already. She had absolutely no idea just what he was planning, but somewhere in her brain, she was starting to getting her hopes up to something more than what was probably going on...

He finally stopped and checked out the scene. Almost all of the trees were changing color, no one was around, the sun was halfway set, and the street lights were coming on nearby. About as good as it was going to get, he supposed. He reached behind and took off the bag and guitar and set them on a metal picnic table.

"So are you finally going to explain just what is going on?" She blurted out, pointedly watching him open the small pack. She didn't think he'd go into the full depths of his plan and squeal, but anything would be better than nothing! She watched him pull out a few wrapped burgers, definitely looking from a fast food joint, and a six-pack of beer. Her brow rose as he sat down and looked at her. She blinked, dumbly sitting down and watching as he passed her some food.

This was more awkward than he thought it would be! He couldn't comply with her request because he couldn't bring himself to speak. How was he supposed to play if this was almost more than he could take now?! As it was, he was trying to wrack his brain for an explanation in a way that wouldn't incriminate him or make her think something weird was going on! He looked to the food, face starting to flush again. "Happy late birthday..." He mumbled.

She stared at him and how he refused to look at her. She watched him take a long swig of his beer and stared to her unopened one. His words rang through her head for the longest time before they clicked and then the happiest smile broke through her confusion. Her eyes teared despite herself and she opened the beer. She quickly wiped away a tear that threatened to fall and held her can up to clink against the one he was still drinking from. "Cheers." She mumbled, taking a drink.

She was smart; he had always known that. There were many a time when he could just say a handful of words and she would know everything that was going on with him. He subtly eyed her as she drank and he finished his beer. He crunched the now empty can and set it aside, quietly going for a burger. His lips opened to take a bite when he stopped himself. "It's not as fancy as a gourmet meal at a mansion, but I hope you like it..." He quietly added, looking away as he chowed down.

She put her drink aside and copied his movements with the food. She took a bite and silently watched his face and noted his huge amount of discomfort. She clearly saw the blush on his face and the few sneaky looks he directed her way and pretended didn't happen. She finally swallowed the food and looked around, heart soaring. "I couldn't ask for anything better." She mused, somehow taking another bite around the huge smile on her face.

It was Gajeel; a blunt man who was very direct in the ways of the world. They were merely sitting in a park with burgers and beers. It was chilly and no one else was around because the sun was going down. Almost a month had passed since her birthday and it had definitely been a month since her time at Lucy's home. She would never have considered this happening in a million years and that's why she was surprised all over again and found it to be just as special as her time at Lucy's. No...it was special in a way all its own...

They finally returned to a normal sense of 'them' when Gajeel asked her about her birthday and how it worked with school. He mentioned that it was 'confusing as hell' when he tried to piece together how she was so young and almost out of college already.

She smiled at his question because she had explained it to so many people throughout the years. She told how she had shown great promise in elementary school and had gone through the years with everyone else in her classes. Since her birthday coincided so early in the year, she ended the term a year older than everyone else. When she finished sixth grade, her parents talked to the administrator about having her start the eighth grade to correct this...but also to advance her learning. Her grades and attitude had proved her capable of handling the bump, plus she was pretty much ahead of everyone in the seventh grade anyway.

She grinned. "Being smart got me through high school a year faster than most...but also I technically joined it a year younger than anyone anyway." Her smile faltered a little as she looked away to hide it. "Although...high schoolers can be...really cruel to kids sometimes..." She mumbled.

He gave a thoughtful hum as he digested her words. There was a pause and he assumed she was done so he reached for his guitar case and flicked the locks open. "Yea...people can be stupid..." He quietly agreed, easily settling the instrument on his lap.

She watched all of this, intensely curious and wondering what he'd do next. She was trying to keep her thoughts from skipping ahead of him and ruin whatever surprise he may be trying to give next. He plucked a few strings, taking time to fix whatever didn't sound right, before he just started playing. The melody was kind of random, but somehow it developed into a song all its own. He played slow and looked peaceful when doing so. She put her chin in her hand as she blatantly watched him, small smile on her face. The piece was gorgeous.

He was good and she admitted he looked good while he played. Gajeel was almost always looking at his guitar, but not so he knew which notes to play. She knew from experience that he knew which chords he was playing. She felt at peace sitting here in the chill with food in her stomach and a small buzz from her beers. She was alone with him and he was playing the most beautiful music she had heard for a guitar. Her earlier nerves calmed as she sat here with him.

Time drifted away from her as she sat there. The wind occasionally toyed with some loose strands of hair that were sticking out from under her cap and tickled her neck. This was nice; she hadn't felt this comfortable in a long time. Things had been so stressful for so many weeks with classes and Lucy's predicament and she felt a few layers of agitation melt away as her ears drank his leisure plucking.

He had originally planned on playing her a happy birthday song, but when he snuck a peak at her face and saw how tranquil she looked, he didn't have the heart to change the feel he had created for her by changing the music. Thus, he played on and resolved himself that if they had the chance, he would still play...otherwise, this was enough for now.

He had never played in front of anyone else before as she had done for him. He was too mortified to do so because he didn't want his talent degraded should someone not like it. It wasn't like he was out to prove to someone that he was good by playing in front of them though. The guitar was his own private thing and he didn't share this soulful talent with just anyone. Levy was different and the second he decided on playing for her in front of her sealed the deal as far as her being special enough to show this to. That and she had done so first with her violin for him and he wanted to return the favor.

He had been a tad worried at first that things wouldn't be up to whatever standards she had when he sat down here with her. She proved him wrong again with her acceptance and happiness of a simple gift which he had wanted to give, even after such a time.

He kept watching her face as he played and had free reign with her eyes closed. He stared at her, finding her outfit fitting and very adorable for someone of her physical stature and bubbly personality. He admitted that during the bike ride, he could smell whatever perfume she put on earlier and it smelled really good. It was subtle and it seemed to fit her, just like everything she did or said.

"You've never shown any outward interest like this."

He looked to his guitar, cheeks heating up. Lucy was one perceptive chick, but she claimed to be Levy's best friend, meaning she must know something he didn't about Levy concerning him. His face heated up a little more when he pondered that thought on a different level.

"If you're interested in her, just do something special for her and you'll get her."

Was that even his goal? He didn't know if he was setting out to do that, but it seemed to be happening all its own. He supposed he wouldn't mind it either way, but he knew that if she left tomorrow, never to be seen again and never set foot in his shop, he wouldn't be able to deal with the void she would leave behind. She had originally come in and hated him, had apologized like no one else ever had, and then taken the time to get to know him. She had proved herself by her words, her actions, and her personality. He allowed her to get away with things that no one else could.

His lips tilted upward the barest of degrees as the past few months washed over him and he looked at 'them' again. All of their words, their actions, their time together...all the anger, the frustration, the laughter, the bickering, and the chatting. The cake she ate, the coffee she inhaled, the food she prepared for him, the music they played for each other, and the personal time they gave despite their schedules.

Maybe it was the three beers having something of an effect, but there was a small wave of emotion that assaulted him as his fingers worked. He stared at her closed eyes again, being honest with himself and asking himself questions concerning her. He had been ignoring the answers because he was too flustered and childlike to want to think of them. He didn't want to think that someone like her would become important should she walk out of his life. He had learned long ago to not count on someone else and that, if you wanted to get anything done, you had to walk of your own two feet and use your own sweat and blood.

Perhaps he was just scared to think that he needed someone like her and that she filled out the holes in his life. He was by no means an honorable or honest person, even after fixing so many of his bad habits after meeting Makarov. What good would it do to have someone get involved with a person like him anyway? Her being around even this long did more to him than she knew it would.

How long had he played for? She lost track of time and his music was so relaxing that she slipped into a level of buzzed euphoria bordering on unconsciousness. Her senses shut down, save her ears, and they were happy to keep going in this realm he had sent her to. She knew the two beers were helping her out more than a little.

She should have listened to Gajeel though. His earlier warning had been cast aside for the actions he did and she sadly ruined the vibe by shivering when the wind finally caught her. Gajeel stopped his playing when she notably shivered and she looked at him sheepishly. "I – I guess you were right about the weather..." She mumbled, bringing her arms to her chest to keep her skin warm. She gave a shy grin, eyes hopeful. "Do...you mind giving me that jacket for a few minutes...?"

He became more aware of the leather around his torso and arms and the smell it constantly gave off. Still affected by his thoughts and his playing, he quietly set the guitar in its open case and stood. Heart thundering and adrenaline running a little, not too sure just what he was doing, he went to her side of the picnic table and sat down. He slowly unbuttoned it and slid his arms from it and put it over her shoulders. He waited till her arms went through the sleeves before closing it up for her.

Her brain had shut down the second he stood up. Her heart rate tripled when he sat next to her and helped her into his coat. The smell of leather assaulted her nose and she was painfully aware of his hands working the buttons inches from her chest. Her face went red to her ears, but it was dark enough that she hoped he wouldn't see everything. When he was done, she fiddled with the buckles at the sleeves timidly. "Th – than...ks..." She nearly whispered.

This was bad; those beers had done a number on her! She was cursing herself for having had two; she should've stopped at one and she knew it! Someone as small as her, who rarely drank, should've known that alcohol would've been too powerful. Even around the two burgers she had.

He sealed the deal when she finally spied a look at him. Her eyes widened when she noticed what he had on under his jacket. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, and to compensate, he was wearing arm guards up to his biceps. Unable to help herself, she drank in his look, finding the knitted band around his forehead attractive in a new way. But she realized that he was probably wearing this jacket the whole time because of what he was wearing underneath. She turned to him, hands clenching a little. "What's with that outfit?" She blurted out, looking him up and down again. "Why did you give me this when you're wearing a t-shirt? It doesn't even have sleeves! Those things on your arms aren't going to help anything!"

She was wearing his jacket, her face was flushed, and her nose was red from the cold. She was annoyed at his gesture after having found out his own flaw. She was dangerous on so many levels right now and he was well aware of this...yet he couldn't help himself. He wanted to blame the beers, but this heart rate wasn't their doing; it was hers. He leaned in close to her face, his own serious. "What kind of person would I be if I just let you shiver in the cold?" He asked, looking at her eyes widen timidly. He took note of how she shrank back, arms coming to her chest as if to ward him off. "I'm bigger than you are and my hair is long enough to cover my back. The cold doesn't bother me and it hasn't bothered me since I left on my bike. You need it more than I do, so take it and just wear it."

He was in her face and he really shouldn't be. She couldn't look away from the gentle, serious look in his eyes and it was really affecting her. Silence came after his final statement and all she could do was the barest of a nod. Before she could stop herself, still looking at him, her hands reached out and unbuckled the jacket. She slid from it and let it fall to the ground. It hit with a plop as her arms came out to gingerly rest on his shoulders. If he was surprised, he hid it very, very well. The look on his face didn't change, but the position of his own arms did. They lightly rested around her waist, hands barely touching her hips. She inched closer ever so slightly. "We can be cold together then." She mumbled, staring into his eyes and unable to look away.

Enchanting...lovely...beautiful. Those were the only words running through his brain as she easily met his eyes and they stared at each other. He could easily feel the flutter of her pulse in a vein along her arm and hoped his own hands weren't shaking as much as that pulse was beating against his skin. He could only nod back to her sentence, unable to get his tongue to form any coherent words. She was scrambling his brain right now, but he didn't mind it too much. Her eyes were drowning him and he couldn't, didn't, want to look away...

"If you're interested in her, just do something special for her and you'll get her..."

Levy and Gajeel's outfit inspiration: blanania. deviantart art/ Lights-479849101

Gajeel's song inspiration: www. youtube watch?v=Xv1Yx3eFnEg