Love Doesn't Translate Well

Chapter 3: Advice and Transportation

Hello, minna! 'Tis me. This chapter is a bit long, and I was planning on making it longer, but when I saw it was nearly eleven pages on Google Docs, I decided I should probably end it. Anyways, enjoy!

Lisanna was right.

Levy was the busiest person in the entire firm. She was getting calls left and right- "How do you say this?" or "What does this mean again?". Honestly, she barely had time to reply to Sabertooth's emails because she was so darn busy. And the worst part was that most of the phone calls were from Erza. She was still so embarrassed by her mistranslation that she was determined to become fluent in Japanese in two weeks. The most surprising part was that no one seemed to doubt she could do it besides Levy. There was only a week left and Erza still had to learn tons of kanji.

She had hardly spoken to Gajeel since her first day there, which she considered a blessing. She came into his office once or twice a day to translate an email or two, which she found very odd and highly annoying. Why didn't he just send her the email? Either way, she avoided speaking to him at all costs. Her ignoring him seemed to bug him a little, so she figured, if she could avoid conversation and tick him off, it was a win-win for her.

Occasionally his intern, Wendy, would be in his office when she came in. She liked to spark a conversation with her, usually about her cat, Carla, or very, very, rarely Romeo Conbolt.

Today was one of those days.

Romeo was Erza's intern, so he rarely came down to the other offices. Erza kept Romeo so busy that no one ever really saw him with anyone but her and her paralegals, Gray and Juvia. He got along with Lucy and Natsu quite well, but they worked in marketing, so he didn't see them often either. The only time he probably got out of Titania's office was when he went to his father's office, or to Levy's to ask for some help with some Japanese.

Today was also one of those days.

Wendy was a beautiful young woman, in Levy's opinion. She was about five feet and four inches, with long, silky blue hair that she usually wore down but occasionally wore in a neat ponytail which- also in Levy's opinion- made her look cuter and younger. She was very shy and kind, and exactly the kind of person that shouldn't have to work with Gajeel Redfox.

She came in around noon that day, looking as cheerful as ever. "Hello, Mr. Redfox. Hello, Ms. McGarden." She greeted them politely, and with a little bow like she always did.

"Hi, Wendy," Levy answered back, with more politeness than usual. She had even bothered to look up from her work. She was trying extra hard today to annoy the heck out of Gajeel, so she was overly kind to everyone but him, and continued to ignore him as much as possible.

"How'd you do with yesterday's lesson?"

Wendy put her papers down on Gajeel's desk (how she would find them again, Levy had no clue) and sat down on the chair it front of it. "It was pretty easy, except for one of the words. It's kinda hard to pronounce."

"I'll teach you during today's lesson. Japanese words are pretty simple if you just break them up."

"Thanks so much!" She paused and looked up at the ceiling, thinking. "You know, Ms. McGarden, you really are special. You just got hired a week ago, and you are already teaching about four classes a day."