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I ran all the way home, not giving a damn if my legs were crying out for a rest. Something in me just did not want to stop until I have reached one of the safest places I could be. I barged in the door, letting the cold air of the night swoosh into the heated room. By the time I was back home, my tear stains have faded away.

Eren comes around the corner, hands stuffed in pockets. 

"Hey, you're home." He states, relief noted in his voice.

"Yeah," I breathe, sounding breathless from my run.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I assure him, slightly nodding.

He nods back, "good."

"Hey, I just remembered something." He starts.

I protrude a brow, "yes?" I inquire.

"My friend, Armin, knows a guy who owns this really great club. I was wondering if you'd want to go there, tomorrow." Eren adds.

"Like a date?" I inquire again.

Eren's eyes widen, no hint of fluster noteable. "No, no! Like a hangout place." He assures me.

For some reason, relief floods my system. I nod, "alright then," I accept. A smirk plasters my face, "this should be fun."

【❣】

We decided to go late the next day, seeing that was the best time to go. Luckily for us, it was a Saturday. The jumpers at the entrance let us slide in without requiring ID. All we needed to let them know is that we were a friend of Armin's, and surprisingly, we got in.

My fingers fumble with the hem of my dress, and I listen to the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor. I never really knew why, but I just love sounds like that.

My eyes flicker to Eren, who's to the right side of me.

"You sure I look okay?" I ask, nervousness edging my tone.

"You look great," Eren assures me, wearing a closed-lip smile.

"Thank you," I mouth.

Eren turns his attention over to a medium-haired blonde male. He shoots a hand in the air, "Armin!" He calls. The blonde male looks at us, eyes widening, before strolling over.

"Hey Eren, glad you could make it. Who's this?" He greets, wearing a happy expression.

Eren gestures to me, "Armin, I'd like you to meet Ebony, my best friend, and the one I got bonded with. Ebony, this is Armin, my other best friend." Eren states.

I nod to him, "nice to meet you, Armin."

He nods, "a pleasure as well, Ebony-san." He greets.

Eren leans into Armin, whispering audible words. "A fair warning, she doesn't like handshakes. I learned that the hard way."

Hearing those words escape his lips, I cast Eren a hard glare.

"Shut up! I'm trying to be social now. I promised Isabel." I growl.

Eren's lips curl into a sarcastic smirk, "sorry! By all means, go ahead!" He nearly mocks, only earning my eyes to narrow more.

When I turn my attention to Armin, my face shifts into a warm expression, but still not displaying much. I hold my hand out, knowing what to do when it comes to a handshake, from watching my parents greet other people like that.

Armin's smile lengthens as he takes my hand in his, gripping it somewhat firm, yet gentle and shaking it. "Now that we're shaking hands, I'd say the pleasure in meeting you is better." He beams. I can't help but let a tiny smile lift my lips.