Levy blushed as she sat in the guildhall. “Thank you for the flowers, Jet. They're so pretty.” She smiled as she smelled the red roses he had brought her.
He blushed and shrugged. “I could never forget your birthday, Levy-chan. Now I was thinking-,”
He was interrupted by a punch in the face. “Anyway, here you go, Levy-chan.” Droy smiled as he handed a bigger bouquet of roses.
Levy’s eyes grew wide. “Wow, those are beautiful Droy. Thanks.”
“No problem.” He chuckled. “Hah! You hear that Jet? Levy called my flowers beautiful when you only go pretty.” And that was all
Levy sat by the window, reading. Vroom. Vroom. She smiled to herself. He’s here. She peeked outside to see Gajeel Redfox—a tall, spiky haired teenager—get off his motorcycle and take off his helmet, letting his mane of hair free.
It was a black and gray bike; Levy would say it was a street sport style. It was a looker and was secretly one reason why Levy was taking an interest in cars and motorcycles a like. She groaned a bit as she looked at the car. I wonder what it’s like to ride on. Suddenly, a voice woke her from her day dream.
“If you’re gonna keep ogling my bike, how about you ask for a ride?R