It was about time you had a heart-to-heart conversation. You wanted to know everything about Eren's feelings and why he tried to push you away; now's the time to find out. You were not letting him get away this time. Your relationship needed sorting, even if it meant ending it for good. You prepared for that outcome.
"Why exactly did we have to come here?" You groan, hopping out of Eren's Bronco as you reach the cafe's entrance. You had no personal problems with this cafe. It was popular in the small downtown area of Port Angeles. The food was great too, the only issue is your friends Sasha and Connie worked here. Those two are nosey and will not leave you alone for a second with Eren. They would be suspicious because the last time you and Eren hung out alone was at the playground on that day before you both met them.
"Relax, I'm sure Sasha and Connie would be too busy to keep prying. Plus, I had nowhere else in mind to go. I'm supposed to be working right now." Eren shrugs, holding the door open for you as you sigh and walk in. Right. You remembered Eren was in the middle of working when you stormed in on him earlier. You were secretly thankful he wanted to take some time to meet up with you. It was packed in the cafe today, unsurprisingly. Especially since it was Saturday, you looked around as you stood next to the 'please wait to be seated' sign and could see a few open booths.
"The food here is pretty good." Eren stands next to you as you wait for one of the hosts to help you to a booth.
"Yeah, I've been here before, Eren. We live in Port Angeles, not Seattle. This town is small, and this is like one of the only cafes in town." You say sarcastically at him, trying to impress you with the food you've had dozens of times.
"Y/n!" Sasha excitedly yells as she walks towards you and Eren. Her beautiful, thick brown hair was thrown into a ponytail, fully displaying her rosy cheeks and big brown eyes. Sasha's uniform was snug on her body, with the apron tied tight around her waist, showing off the curves of her hips. The white button-up shirt was complimentary of her tanned skin. She had menus in her hand, assuming she was the hostess for today, walking over to help you to a table. When she reaches you, she grabs you and pulls you into a tight hug.
"Hey, Sash. How are you?" You question when you both pull away from the hug. You catch a glimpse of her face when she pulls away. She was looking past you at the apparent tall man by your side, her smile faltering.
