Mashyuu and his Princess! (Valentines night Date!)

Of all the things that were to happen, mainly concerning her current situation, it would have never been thought that she were to be tangled up in something as irrelevant as a blind date. After a stranger: pleaded for her to take somebody else's place, especially seeing as though it was for a charity, she found herself later being tossed from one location to the next. Previous outfit gone, usual locks styled up into an all to perfect bun, a temptation to remove the additional heels now placed on her feet was like an itch she could not reach. If her boots had still been with her, she might have reached her location by now. Or was it a classic to arrive late? There was to much inexperience in this subject to find an immediate answer.

Further off, where the main attraction of Rose Garden stood in shrubs, flowers and dazzling lights: ocean blues scanned over the many couples that wandered back and forth, seeking one thing only. A small red flower in the pocket of a jacket. It was the only clue she had to finding this individual, and so far there were a lot of young men with flowers tucked into the pocket of their coats, none of them yet being red - surprisingly. Continuing to trudge onward, the central part of the garden coming into view, a slightly secluded area captured her attention. With a table lit by candles, and man waiting in his lonesome, only one thing crossed her mind as she approached this scene awkwardly in heels.

"How cliché." her voice hummed out almost delicately, the waiter startled by her presence as he gestured towards the empty seat. Wine was scattered across the surface, scare of any food as she took her place on the single arm-chair: which was oddly comfortable. Slender finders extended to urge back a misplaced strand, poking out from the locks that were all firmly tied together. "This is almost all to perfect. I wonder if I'm even in the right place. It's like I've been brought into some sort of fairy tale." peering up at the stranger across the table, elbow kneaded into the solid structure, chin resting in the palm of her hand, captivating irises observed the young man for a few seconds before speaking once more, "May I ask your name?" it was hard to fathom what she was thinking of, nor' feeling at this very moment, features posed in their usual stoic fashion.

Socially awkward, and commonly blank-faced; Natsu was a woman of very few words. Although her mind produced many thoughts, and possible actions, she could never once take advantage with the fact she might grow to close to just about anybody. There was a fear with exposing every truth that lay with her, and that was something she was not ready to let go of just yet. Of course, that topic was different with just about anybody. But for now, friends would stay as no more than friends. Faces she knew and voices she recognized. Nothing more, and nothing less.

ALL I ASK OF YOU IS BELIEVE