Lucy and Levy's girls night out

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Lucy Heartfilia. (POV)

Levy McGarden

"Thank you, and please come again."

Levy thanked the book merchant back, paying her for the tome she just purchased. Our girls night out got an early start, the urge to do some shopping too overwhelming to wait for actual nightfall. Of course, to Levy, shopping only meant a chance to read more books, but I didn't mind.

We were browsing for some crime thrillers when a mysterious stranger walked up to us bearing a suspicious-looking smirk. "Excuse me, are any of you young ladies Levy McGarden?" The man asked, his gaze very disrespectful in the way it openly inspected our bodies.

"Yes, I am. Why?" Levy answered only half aware, her head still buried in between two pages.

I was aware, however, and he was definitely checking us out. What a creep!

"Well you see, I asked some friends of yours if they knew any cute girls nearby, and they directed me to you, tiny hands."

"Phhffff hahhahahahahahaha" I immediately cracked up in conjunction with Levy turning bright red. I knew he was up to something, but I hadn't expected him to just straight-up hit on her. He spoke with complete confidence too, which made it even funnier. Not only was he a complete stranger, but he was also way older than her. (And way less attractive. Sorry not sorry.)

The geezer seemed a bit annoyed at my reaction, yet kept his attention at Levy, or more accurately, Levy's figure, "Well?"

"Sorry, but I'm not interested." As expected, she immediately shot him down. No surprise there, I guess. Still, I found this situation really funny.

Seeing how embarrassed she got from just that, I made it my duty as her BF to help the two love birds out. "Oh come on, Levy~I think you two make a great couple!"

"Shut up!" She pouted, pushing my shoulder.

I planned on milking the situation just a bit longer; however, became distracted by a sudden headache. Did that man's eyes just turn red or did I imagine that? Levy seemed to have a similar problem.

"You should listen to your friend, tiny hands. Girls with curves are hotter, but I might give you a chance if I get to feel up that petite body you're hiding."

I was taken aback by the degrading remark. It started out fun, but this guy was seriously overstepping his boundaries.

"No means no, Mr! Now please leave," Levy stood her ground. She clutched her hands self-consciously over her cute chest; however, instead of getting angry, as I would, she simply went back to shopping, bending over to inspect some outfits at the very bottom of the shelf. Good for you, girl! Ain't anyone feeling you up tonight!

Her blatant display of independence unfortunately didn't discourage the man. If anything, it probably egged him on further, as her pose gave him a perfect view of her small but firm butt, and even her cotton panties if and when he lowered his head just a little. Still, she definitely had the right idea: if we just ignore him, he'll be **** to leave eventually.

Following suit, I went back to look at the different swimsuits displayed throughout the small store. There were so many different types and colors that I simply couldn't choose. Levy was also very busy picking one that would fit her smaller body. The creep had placed a hand firmly on her buttocks, squeezing and occasionally slapping her, yet we both just rolled our eyes at his **** attempts to gain attention.