Gray’s eyes follow you as you walk into the guild, his attention on his conversation with his team faltering. He watches as you greet everyone with a bright smile and he finds himself swallowing a lump in his throat.

When your shining eyes lock with his, he quickly turns away. He hears you walking up to the table and he tries to hide the flush of his cheeks.

“Hey,” he greets casually, his voice hoarse. He doesn’t have a crush on you. Absolutely not. That lovey-dovey stuff is for kids.