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Your phone started ringing in your purse on your lap. You snapped out of the gazing you and Eren were doing and looked down at your lap.

You opened your purse and grabbed your phone, you saw that it was Connie calling you. Eren pulled his face away from yours and watched you grab your phone and answer it.

"Hello?" You answered and Eren watched you.

"Hey, is Eren with you? Jean's trying to call him but he says he's not answering," Connie explained and Eren was close enough to hear what Connie was saying on the phone.

He shook his head while looking at you, you wanted to know why he was ignoring him but you followed his lead.

"No, he's not with me. I have to go, now," you hung up the phone and put it back in your purse.

"Thank you."

"Why didn't you want to answer?" You asked and he gave his head a little tilt while looking at you.

"Because I'm with you." He answered blankly and you were still confused.

"What does that mean?"

"You don't think it's rude to answer the phone and have a conversation when I'm supposed to be hanging out with you?" He questioned curiously and you shook your head.

"Well he's your friend so—"

"You're my friend." He cut off while looking at you, the blue light shined a part of his face while he looked at you.

It seemed as though he hadn't fought in a week or two, all his features were so much clearer and distinct. You saw him for who he was for the first time...or rather who he was meant to be. He has such soft eyes yet when he looked at you they seemed so sharp and piercing, as if he could see right through you. Somehow it felt like he knew your every secret, your every flaw, and everything about you that you didn't know.

"What are your plans after you graduate?" He asked abruptly, you blinked a few times from the suddenness of the question.

"Like...for work?"

"Yeah work and...living and what are your goals? What do you want out of life and all that?" He questioned and if you had known you were going to be questioned like this you would have prepared.

"Oh...well, I want a house one day. It would be nice to work in fashion, even though my major is in business." You claimed and she looked rather pleased with your answer.

"One day? You don't want a house after you graduate?" He leaned forward, waiting for your response patiently.

"How common is it to get a house right after graduation? I'm not expecting to make enough money for that if I decide to pursue fashion full-time," you answered and thought of what your future might be.

"You're not a common individual, I don't expect that you'll stick to the ordinary." He says to you and you hesitate because you're not exactly sure how to take that.

"And what do you mean "if" you pursue fashion full time? Is that not what you want?"

"What I want isn't always what I need...and money is what I'll need when I graduate so I'll need to get a good job in business if I want to live well." You professed to him and he just sat there in silence for a minute looking at you.

You weren't sure what to say to him, he didn't seem like he knew what to say either but he was thinking. You could tell that much.

"What do you want out of life?" You asked, hoping the tension between you two would relax.

"I want to live well. That's all." He answered and if it wasn't rude, you would have laughed because that was probably the simplest thing he'd ever said.