Disclaimer: I do not and never will own the characters of The Legend of Zelda. Nor will I ever own Nintendo. Damn it.

THE DAYS IN FEBRUARY
by Cappucinno

ATTENTION: Cappucinno has a new Zelink out! Somewhere in Between, pssst, go read it when you're done with this chapter! ;D

o9. Delivery

"So, what happened last night?" Malon breathed excitedly into the phone, her tone entirely too giddy to ever be mistaken as innocent.

Zelda took a deep breath to calm herself, telling herself that if she started screaming at her best friend while she was supposed to be printing schedules she might draw some unnecessary attention from that creepy Ganon guy.

"Nothing. Happened." The blonde ground out, trying her hardest not to be mad at the scheming redhead on the phone. She put a cool hand against her forehead, leaning some of her weight against it. She'd been feeling faint since she'd woken up that morning and Malon wasn't helping.

"Ooh! So something did happen then." Zelda could almost see Malon waggling her eyebrows. "Anything… steamy? You holding out on me?"

Zelda really didn't think there was anything steamy about having meatballs thrown at her and told Malon as much.

"Enough about me." The blonde ground out as she hit the print button for the tenth time on the piece of shit computer she had been issued. "This Sheik guy must be pretty good, because there's no way you'd set me up like that, right?"

There was a confused silence from the other line. "…Sheik?" Malon asked, before seeming to quickly remember herself. "Oh, yeah, I tripped and umm… sprained my ankle and umm…"

"Sheik, the pre-med guy…" Zelda supplied helpfully.

"…What? Dude. Sheik is your boss."

"Oh, that Sheik…Wait. You ditched me for my boss?" The blonde paused in her mad print-button spree, a frown working its way onto her face. "Explain."

"Well, you work for a PR firm Zel." Malon answered slowly, like she was speaking to a very confusable five year old.

"Yeah, and…?" This conversation with Malon was giving her a godawful headache.

"And I'm the assistant to the CEO at Hearth and Forester," The redhead continued, pausing as if to mull something very important over in her mind. "Now, Zelda, sometimes big companies like mine and big PR firms work together, right?"

"Right. But—"

"And since Mr. Hearth passed away and Mr. Forester is too old to want to move from the Board to the CEO position he called me in to help manage the transition—"

Zelda looked up as the elevator doors opened and she set the phone down as she turned her attention to the harried looking building secretary, Saria. The green haired young woman was holding a small brown bag stamped with the seal of Beyond Bizarre Bakery.

"Can I help you?" Zelda asked, raising a brow at the all-too familiar packaging.

"A Mr. Forester sent this for you, m'am." Saria responded, holding out the package.

"Mr. Forester?" Zelda asked, cocking her head slightly in a clearly puzzled manner. Saria looked down at her clipboard and nodded slowly, a worried frown working its way onto her brow.

"Yes, m'am. A Mr. Link Forester?" Saria asked, before hurrying on. "Oh dear, if he's an ex-boyfriend or a crazy stalker I—oh, I'm sorry to have brought up a bad subject—"

"No," Zelda interjected, taking the bag, her mind sluggishly putting together a confusing string of thoughts. Her head was starting to spin. And not in a metaphorical sense. She closed her eyes, leaning a bit more heavily into her hand. "No, no, it's fine. Umm… tell Link I said thank you."

Saria nodded and hurried off back into the elevator, likely in a rush to get back to her post on the lobby floor before some other delivery with the potential to go wrong arrived. Zelda reached for the phone and lifted it back up to her ear.

"—so then before dinner we talked and then his parents contacted him, completely out of nowhere, but not to me because I knew already, and they were all like, "Hey, son. We're dying and we know we booted you out and everything buuuut— And he was all like—"

"Malon!" Zelda interrupted, rubbing her forehead. Was she imagining things, or was her forehead hotter than usual? "Link… he's…?"

"The soon to be heir CEO of Hearth and Forester. I just said that. And then I'm—"

"…Zelda?"

"….Zel? …Hello?"

Saria actually had something to worry about that afternoon when an angry Nabooru stormed into the lobby telling her to call an ambulance because her secretary had fainted.

A/N: The next chapter will have three days. I swear. Sorry for the one-day update even though it took forever guys. I've been putting a lot of energy into a new story, another Zelink, Somewhere in Between, please go read it! It'd mean the world to me. (Shameless plug, I know. xD )

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