Chapter 3

When Lucy reached the airport, she was in a mess. Waking up early really wasn't her thing. She had her blonde hair tied into a simple bun and her uniform fitted perfectly on her. She had put on just a little makeup to cover the dark rings around her eyes.

Since it was her first time serving First Class, Lucy had to remember some things Economy Class didn't have to. She spent almost an hour just to memorize the Latin names for foods. She had a particular problem pronouncing maitre d' (no matter how grand it sounds, trust me, it's the same cabin-pressurized flank steak that had seen better texture when it had been on the ground). There's also the broiled tofu in First Class that they call Filet Mignon Au Poivre, which Lucy just didn't get.

Geez, they make food sound so magnificent.

Being First Class gives you privilege of 'privacy' and 'luxury' and is served with higher quality, bigger quantity and wider selection of food and beverages. Being in First Class also gets to hear one's own name addressed by the crew, not to mention the fact that the toilet is shared by a smaller crowd.

When Lucy passed all the customs and reached the gate, someone was already standing there. The beautiful had long white hair (tied in a bun), flawless skin and bright blue eyes. She caught sight of Lucy and waved immediately.

"Hello, I believe this is the first time we're working together. I'm Mirajane but you can call me Mira. I'm also the purser and I'm serving the First Class with you." She offered her hand which Lucy gladly accepted.

"I'm Lucy, nice to meet you," she replied, happy that she and Mira seem to get along well. After all, this ten hours flight might be troublesome if you have some ,uhm, difficult colleagues.

At 7.30, there was already a long queue for the Economy Class. The speaker announced that the First Class may board the plane. Lucy was one of the few air crew who had to check their boarding ticket. There was only around ten boarding First Class, not that Lucy mind (because less people means less trouble).

She took the ticket from a man and ripped the one side of it and gave the smaller piece to him. Taking a swift glance at the name on the ticket, she greeted, "Thank you, Mr Thompson. Have a nice flight!" She did so for the following passengers.

That's when she notice the hair colour of a man she had to take the ticket from. He had spiky pink hair. Pink hair. Lucy tried to not laugh, even though it didn't seem that funny. She couldn't help it, she hadn't seen a man having pink hair before. She glanced at his ticket. His name is Natsu? He must be Japanese. "Thank you, Mr Dragneel and have a nice flight."

Other than that, he was a tall tanned well-built man with big eyes and small onyx pupils. He wore branded clothes and shoes (Lucy can't see the label so she couldn't tell which brand he was using, but he was wearing a red hooded sweater and long jeans), not to mention an expensive looking watch he had on his wrist. Also, a white scaly scarf wrapped around his neck. Is he afraid of the cold or something? He grinned, showing all his teeth and muttered thanks as he walked into the connector.

Behind him, was a scary looking man with long black wild hair, red cold eyes and multiple piercings on his face (Gajeel). Of course, he was wearing branded too; he had a maroon vest over a plain white shirt and had a matching colour pants. He looks like a tough customer. Lucy thought as she continued with the 'Thank you and have a nice flight' rhapsody.

Then there was a raven haired man (Gray) with droopy eyes who looked quite good looking to Lucy. He wore a white coat over a red v-neck shirt and blue long pants. He nodded politely at her when she gave him back the small ticket.

Followed behind the boys closely was a young pretty blue-haired girl who seemed to be around 15. Everything about her was sweet. Her face, her name (on her ticket it had said her name was Wendy) and even her choice of clothes.

What she wore looks slightly more of a school girl or a sailor. It was a red long sleeved top with a yellow ribbon around her collar -probably a Dior, short black skirt and long dark blue boots –definitely a Gucci. Her hair was clipped into two pony tails. After Lucy handed her ticket, she smiled and squeaked, "Thank you so much!" Lucy immediately liked the girl, not that she could be bias but the girl was really so cute!

After all the First Class passengers had gone in (Lucy, along with Mira, had to serve 12 people), Lucy herself headed through the connector. She was just in time to see Gajeel dumped his bag next to Mira's feet. "My seat is 3A. Be a kind woman and put my bag up there."

But Mira wasn't the kind woman he was looking for. She smiled sweetly -maybe with a little bit of venom- and told him that there was plenty of space provided for him that he can use to stow away his own bag.

Gajeel glared at her. "Aren't air stewardess paid to help the passengers?" he retorted. Gray looked like he couldn't quite care what was happening and headed for his own seat and Wendy looked pretty embarrassed of what Gajeel was doing. Natsu turned around and said, "Hey dude, just carry your own bag." But Gajeel paid no attention to him.

"We would readily help children, elderly, the sick and disabled and small built ones to put their bags away. But sir, you look mighty healthy and strong to require any assistance," Mira explained, still wearing the ever-so-sweet smile.

Gajeel didn't seem the type to give in either. "Do you know who I am?" he snorted, thinking with that he will win the argument. "I do not know who you are but I will take that trouble to find out," Mira coolly walked over to the PA system and took hold of the mouthpiece. Natsu and gang wondered what the silvered-hair stewardess was going to do.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have a minute of your attention please? We have a passenger who doesn't know who he is. If anyone can identify him, please come forward. Thank you very much."

Natsu and Gray burst out laughing. Wendy giggled and silently thanked the air stewardess for being so good at handling passengers. Gajeel's face had the look of embarrassment and annoyance. Without a second look at Mira, he grabbed his bag and stomped off to his seat.

In truth, First Class passengers are not determined by how big their seats are or how thick their wallets are. It is the way they treat others that makes them truly First Class.

Lucy had to hold herself back from clapping for Mira as she stood at the galley, watching in awe.

"Ahaha! Dude, you got owned!" Gray sniggered. Natsu was still laughing; his cousin, the 'great' Gajeel Redfox got 'defeated' by a mere air stewardess. Wendy had stopped giggling and already had her headphones on, listening to some music, obviously trying not to mind the boys.

Gajeel grumbled in disdain. So far he hates the flight. The air stewardess, Juvia Loxar, on their private jet always helps out with everything (even if he didn't like the fact the she always seemed to be fawning over Gray). He closed his eyes and hoped that when he woke up, everyone would forget what just happened.

"This is the largest chair I've ever seen!" exclaimed Natsu while adjusting his seat, trying to find out the wonders of what it could do -which really couldn't do much other than being huge and could lean back.

First Class cabin had five columns, four seats in a row. Two seats stood next to each window while the other two was connected to each other in the center of the row. Gray and Gajeel took the single seats next to the windows while Natsu (Gray on his side) and Wendy (Gajeel on her side) sat together in the middle. Each seat has its own shelf and television screen sticking out of the chair in front.

"A sofa is larger than this chair," replied Gray.

"I'm talking about a chair. A chair."

"Oh, look. The idiot Natsu knows what a chair is," Gray said, rolling his eyes.

"You wanna fight, Droopy Eyes?"

"Fine by me!"

"Hah! You're clothes!"

Gray looked down and saw that he wore nothing but his underwear (of all habits, he had to have the unique one; the stripping habit). "Yikes! Where are they?" Wendy threw his pants (which happened to fly next to her seat) at him. "Thanks, Wendy!" He caught it and immediately put it on. He somehow found his shirt too.

The two immature men were going to take it out by fists when Wendy took out her headphone and said, "Hey, do you want to explore a little bit of the plane? I want to see what's the big difference about First Class and Economy Class they keep talking about."

Again with this Economy Class. Natsu and Gray immediately forgot about their fight and decided to follow Wendy and walked up the aisle. More people were filling in the plane as they Business Class and Economy Class passengers were now allowed to board.

"Hmm.. So Business Class is slightly smaller than First Class while Economy Class has barely room at all…" observed Gray. "I think Mum mentioned that First Class has much better food and with more selection too," Wendy added.

Natsu was staring at the small cramped seats before saying, "Oh! I get it now!"

Wendy smiled. "You do?"

"The people in Economy Class are tiny aliens so they don't need as much space as First Class!"

Wendy almost fainted from his stupidity and Gray face palmed. "Idiot. It's hard to believe you're actually twenty-two…" Gray muttered.

"Natsu, Economy Class is for people, not aliens. It's just that the passengers from First Class and Business Class pay more so they are more privileged with comfort, privacy and food. For example, First Class has a much bigger television than Economy Class. Do you understand now?" Wendy explained patiently.

Natsu was satisfied with the explanation and nodded. He didn't like the fact that his younger fifteen year-old sister was smarter than him but what can you do if you're so dense? They returned to their seats after their little tour.

Natsu was feeling a bit restless. He glanced at left and right to see how his sister/ cousin/ friend are coping with the time. Wendy was holding her television remote, flicking through the channels on the screen. Gray was looking through a fashion magazine and Gajeel seemed to have already fallen in slumber land.

Natsu scanned his surroundings, not knowing what else to do. He looked as the door of the plane closed. That's when he noticed a particular air stewardess standing at the galley talking to the white haired woman who took on Gajeel.

Was she the air stewardess who had collected his ticket at the gate?

She had silky blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. She had a rather curvaceous body and ample of chest. But it was her warm smile that struck Natsu; it made her look extremely beautiful.

Natsu had seen her before –in a photograph or something- but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

She looked so familiar.

A/N: Okay, I'm just gonna leave a cliffhanger there. I failed terribly at making Natsu and the rest look rich, but then again, I don't specialize in description. XD Well anyways, hope you liked this chapter. Please R&R! Thanks!

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