Coffee Shop Soundtrack

track four

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Eren turned the radio to a classic rock station as soon as he got into the car. The two seniors were silent the whole ride to Eren’s house. 

They stopped at a small, cozy-looking house five minutes later, only two streets down from Armin’s. It had a garden lining the front walls of the house and a small front yard. There was a cobblestone path leading from the sidewalk to the door, which made it give off a cottage-type vibe. All in all, it was a nice looking house from the outside.

“I like your house, Eren. The flowers are really pretty,” the blond said.

“Thanks, my mom was a florist so my sister and I try to grow flowers to remember her. Those are pansies, and the others are roses. Mikasa has more of a green thumb than me, so she tends to take care of them more than I do,” he stated. Armin didn't ask why he referred to his mother in past tense. That was a conversation for another time. “Ready to go in?” he asked.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Armin said as he started up the cobblestone path.

Once he got inside, the first thing he noticed was the fireplace with pictures of Eren, a pretty Asian girl, a man, and a woman. He assumed that the Asian girl was Mikasa and the man and woman were his mother and father. Once he saw those pictures, all of his manners left him and he walked over to the fireplace to pick up one picture that caught his attention more than the others.

The picture was of a younger Eren and a woman who looks very much like him, who he assumed was his mother. Eren was on the woman’s shoulders with a beautiful purple flower in his hair. Both he and his mother were in the middle of laughing, so he assumed that it was taken without them knowing.

He heard Eren walk over to him and the picture. “That was my mother. She passed away when I was ten years old. She was so beautiful, and such a wonderful person, too. I miss her,” he told Armin.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, it was a long time ago,” the brunet said.

“You look a lot like her, you know.”

“I know, I’ve been told that many times,” Eren said, looking wistful.

Armin could sense that Eren’s former good mood was slowly slipping away because of the somber conversation they were having about his mother, so he quickly switched topics. “So, you said we could watch movies?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’ve got a few in mind I’ll go grab—,”

The Asian girl that he assumed was his siser, Mikasa, decided to walk into the room. 

“Hello,” she said quietly. She was gorgeous, with chin-length black hair and pale skin, but wore an impassive face. It seems that she tried to downplay her beauty by wearing a deep red scarf and loose clothing. She looked distant and closed-off.