A/N So, while I was typing this chapter, my younger siblings were watching How to Train your Dragon. THAT MOVIE IS SO CUTE! And the music is really good, too. So I'm really happy right now. XD Hope you like this chapter!

Previously

I groaned loudly… right as the bell on the door rang.

I jumped to attention so I wouldn't make a bad impression on the customer, and ended up looking into the darkest eyes I had ever seen. I stared, probably looking ridiculously like a deer in the headlights.

Said eyes were sparkling in amusement. I shook my head, trying to clear it.

"Hello, how can I help you?" I asked, trying hard to act like nothing had happened, like I hadn't just been staring at him like an idiot."

"Hi. Give me a minute," he said, a grin splitting his face in half.

I took the chance to study this guy, as he studied the menu above me. The first thing I noticed about him (other than his eyes, of course) was his spiky hair. Not only did it defy gravity, but it was bright pink.

Once I got past that, I couldn't help but notice that he was hot.Even under his t shirt, which was covered in flames, you could tell he had serious muscles.

I was blushing, and I wasn't sure why. He wasn't even looking at me. He was still studying the options above me.

He looked down, back at me, and said, "I think I want nine spicy chicken sandwiches, two large fries, and a large drink."

I stared at him, my mouth slightly open and my eyes wide.

"You know what? Let's make it even, and do ten spicy chicken sandwiches." He grinned at me.

I was amazed. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice a little shaky.

"Well, yeah. Otherwise I wouldn't have ordered it," he said, tilting his head a little and raising his eyebrows.

"Okay…" I said, still in shock. "That'll be fifty-seven dollars and sixty three cents."

"All right," he said, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and looking at his bills. His face turned slightly pink. "I only have hundreds," he said, as if the most embarrassing thing in the world was to be caught with only hundreds in his wallet.

I whimpered.

"Well," he corrected, "I do have smaller, but I only have, like, two fives and three ones."

My eyes bugged out. "O-okay," I stuttered. "Th-that's fi-fine."

He grinned again. "That's a relief! Then here." He pulled out a bill and held it out for me to take it.

I did, and put it in the cash register. This could take a minute… Carry the one… Forty-three thirty-seven. I pulled out two twenties, three ones, a quarter, a dime, and two pennies.

"H-here," I said, handing them to him. He took them and put them carefully in his wallet. "You're order thirty-three."

"All right!" he cheered.

I expected him to go sit down at a table, but he stayed where he was. We stood there for a minute in awkward silence. At least, I thought it was awkward. He was grinning like a n idiot the whole time. I wasn't any better, though. I stared at him like he was a snake, and I was the helpless little bird that was sitting in front of it, hypnotized by its eyes.

"So, what's your name?" he asked. I continued to stare at him.

"Hello?" He waved his hand in front of my face. I was startled out of my thoughts.

"What?" I asked, completely out of my element.

"I asked what your name was," he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Ummm… My name… i-is…" I searched my brain. Crap! I don't remember my name! I glanced down at my nametag. "My name is Lucy!" I said triumphantly, looking back up at him. "Lucy Heartfilia!"

He chuckled. "You're weird, Luigi."

My temper flared. "I am not weird! And my name's not Luigi!"

He held up his hands in surrender. "Sorry, Luigi."

I glared at him. "At least I don't have pink hair."

"Hey! It's salmon!" he said, running one hand through the pink hair.

"Sure it is… Pinky," I answered evilly.

Dave, my coworker, came out again. "Here's order thirty-three, Lucy." He glanced at the pink haired guy, and his eyebrows went up.

"Oh thanks," I said. I took the tray from him and turned around. "Here's your food, Pinky," I said, handing it to him very ceremoniously, bowing my head.

"Why, thank you, Luigi," he said just as ceremoniously.

I giggled. "You're funny, Pinky," I said. Then I stopped. I don't even know this guy's real name. I opened my mouth to ask him. "Hey, Pinky."

He had already opened a sandwich, and was more than halfway done with it. "This is really good," he said around a mouthful of food. "Hey, did you say something, Luigi?"

"My name is not Luigi! As a matter of fact, I was about," He glanced at the clock. "to ask you-"

"Crap!" he exclaimed. "I'm gonna be late! See you around, Luce!" he said, somehow managing to grab all his food, without dropping any of it, and still open the door and run out, leaving me alone with an empty tray and a bewildered expression.

I stared after him. The one guy I really get along with, the one guy I can be myself with, and he runs away before I can learn his name or his phone number. I sighed. Figures.

A/N What did you think? Please review and tell me! Thanks to FairytailXNalu11, the only person who reviewed for the last chapter. You're my new favorite! ;) Seriously, though. If you guys really don't like this story, then I can just stop it. I kind of like it, but there's no point in writing it if no one reads it. I apologize if I sound like a drama queen, but I really don't see the point. Great. Now my happiness from watching Hiccup and Toothless is gone. *sigh* Oh well. PLEASE REVIEW!

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