“Welcome to Redfox bakery how can I...you again?” Gajeel stood behind the granite counter looking at the small bluenette woman in front of him.


“Yeah Hi...again, can I just get a dozen triple chocolate mocha cookies please” Levy paid and rushed out of the bakery.


2 days later:


“Welcome to Redfox… A dozen cookies again?” Gajeel smirked at the woman standing in front of him.


“Ok look what is the strongest caffeine packed sweets you make?”


“Well we have these double shot espresso cook….”


“I'll take a dozen of those” She hurriedly paid and exited the shop.


“She’s a weird one” Gajeel scratched his head, going back to making more cookies.


next day:


“Hello again Shrimp” Gajeel smiled as she walked in the door to the bakery.


“Hi” she laughed. “Look I know this is getting to be ridiculous but seriously don’t judge me these cookies are the only thing keeping me sane as I cram for my college finals ok?”


“Totally understand, that’s how I came up with the double shot cookies after all” He laughed. “I don’t care much for coffee, but needed the caffeine to keep me going, same for you huh?”


“Oh my gods yes! All my friends think I’m crazy because I can’t stand coffee.” She laughed, blushing lightly.


“Yep, same here.” He handed her a bag of the double shot espresso cookies. “Here on the house, good luck on the finals” Levy’s blush deepened.


“Thanks...um I don’t even know your name.”


“Gajeel Redfox at yer service, son of the owner of this fine establishment” He reached over the counter taking her hand.


“Levy McGarden, daughter of the McGarden book emporium owner.”



One week later:


“Welcome to Redfox… Hey Levy, how did yer finals go?”


“Great, passed all of them” She smiled brightly at him.


“Awesome, we should celebrate, I go on break in five minutes, care to hang around?” She nodded, taking a seat in the back of the cafe.


“Here ya go, made a new cookie, yer the first person to try it let me know what you think” She looked down at the blue colored cookie. Taking a bite.


“Mmmm delicious. Is this what I think it is?”


“Yep, I call it the bookworm” He couldn’t repress the smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.


“Bookworm? Is that what I am?” They laugh as they finish off the plate of delectable cookies.