I own nothing.
This is ridiculous, Zen thought as he carefully walked just far enough away from Lucy that he could feel the buzzing of her magic in his bands but far enough not to be noticed.
He was really glad that this was happening in Minstrel and not Fiore. The crowds that he and his brothers drew in Fiore tended to be rather noticeable. If anything, she seemed to be drawing more attention than he was.
I'm shadowing a woman instead of just talking to her.
He groaned, grateful that neither Bickslow or Vander were there to tease him. He was acting like a teenage boy in the rom-coms that his sisters liked. Except that the frustrating woman was avoiding him. He hadn't gone to the festival with the intent to follow her. But there she was. And she hadn't seen him and bolted. Her evasive maneuvers were rather impressive though he wondered if she was getting help from her spirits.
He drew too close and she stopped to look around causing him to duck behind a tent. Her brow furrowed and her lips pursed. It was an adorable expression.
"You're a shitty shadow," the psychic said as he tried to pass her after Lucy and Levy moved on.
He frowned as he looked at her. "You're high."
"Generally. It's better for my liver. Seriously though, there is too much of you to think that hiding behind tents is a good idea."
"She hasn't noticed."
"She's trying hard not to notice. If it makes you feel better, she's almost there."
"Almost where?"
"To the answer, of course. She's had it since before she knew the question."