Lucy sat swirling her drink even though she had come there to have a good time and relax, it seemed choosing a club might have not been a good place. Especially the overly rowdy Fairy Tail club. A sigh escaping her lips she contemplated leaving a maybe finding a quiet café to work on her novel or latest article. She was about to push back from the table, when a man sat down directly across from her. This really shouldn't have bothered her except he had pink hair. Really pink and this interested her enough to sit there a little longer.
"You know a picture lasts longer" he said. Realizing she had been staring a blush crossed her checks.
"Sorry" she replied looking away "But um I hope you don't mind me asking about the hair."
"Hmmm why?" he asked.
"Well, I mean, it's pink. It's dyed right, because you did a real convincing job."
"First off its salmon, and secondly it's perfectly natural."
"Perfectly….natural?" she said before bursting out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Pink isn't a natural hair color."
"Of course it is."
"Really."
"Look at me" he said gesturing to herself.
"Fine, fine" she said waving her hand "So what's your name pink hair?"
"Natsu Dragneel "he said reaching across the table and offering his hand.
"Lucy Heartfilla" she said accepting the hand.
"So tell me about yourself" he asked her.
"What do you wanna know?" she asked.
"Everything."
"Everything?"
"Yep, everything about you, that your willing to share of course."
"Well, I'm a journalist for the Fairy Times and recently did a pretty big interview with the mayor of the town, it's gonna be in the paper next week. I'm an only child and my mom died when I was pretty young" she said growing quieter for a few seconds before continuing "My dad became a bit…distant after that. We haven't really talked in years and I haven't spoken a single word to him since I moved away from home. I'm twenty two by the way, and sincerely hope you're not some weird middle aged guy who looks only twenty" this caused him to laugh which caused her to laugh; he was one of those people with the infectious laugh.
"Anything else?" he questioned.
"I could probably write a biography about myself but the minute I'm put on the spot I can't say anything."
"Dully noted."
"What about you?"
"Want me to tell you everything about myself?"
"Everything you're comfortable with."
"Well, I was raised by my dad, Igneel. I have two siblings, not full. One's step and one's my cousin so yeah. I'm a mechanic and the irony is I have some of the worst motion sickness ever. Nothing works, the only time I don't feel that sick is when I'm driving myself. Twenty-three, so you know that ain't middle age pervert. Have a cat named Happy. I have a weird obsession with fire, my one friend calls me a pyromaniac but I don't lit shit on fire though. And not much else to tell" he said.
"Really nothing else?"
"Nope."
"Well Natsu never pegged you for a cat lover."
"Well Lucy….nope can't think of anything odd about you."
"Really."
"Actually no you seem weird but everything you told me is totally normal."
Laughing she responded "Okay, I'll rember that."
He sent her a smile and said "So journalist huh?"
"Yep only my second year."
"Really, you must be pretty good or something."
"I guess you can be the judge when you read my article in the paper next "she giggled. But when she looked over at him she saw he had on a straight, almost sad, face.
"What's wrong, you don't know how to read?" she joked.
"No it's just…..I won't be able to read your article next week."
"Hmmm, why not?"
"Well you see, it's kinda ironic, meet somebody you'd like to get to know and shit. When tomorrow you're getting shipped off to combat."
"Wait so you're….you're a solider. But you said you worked as a mechanic."
"Well I became a solider six months ago, trained and while I waited for my assignment I continued working as a mechanic"
"Oh" Lucy said, slightly disappointed.
"Yeah, sucks I know. Wish I could read that article of yours." Looking at his watch he said "Looks like I should be heading out. It was nice meeting you Lucy Heartfilla."
"Wait" Lucy said grabbing his hand "You may be going overseas but soldiers can write letters, get phone calls, video chat all that kinda stuff. We could exchange information so we could keep in touch."
"You're going through a lot to keep in touch with someone you just met."
"But like you said, I want to get to know you and shit."
"Well then" he said with a smile "Let us exchange information then."
