Chapter 3

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~ Levi's pov ~

As the needle came in contact with my skin, I tensed up but the soft touch of Eren's hand  made me relax
"So, what do your parents think?"
She looked up.
"Huh?"
"Your parents, what do they think about your tattoos and piercings?"
I said again in a slight irattated tone. She looked down and instead of a smile I saw a sadness in her eyes. Oh no I just didnt.
"Well, my mom died when I was young and my father left shortly after without much of a word from him. I still have my sister though."
I hear Hanji sigh.
"Oh my god, Levi you just can't ask people that! You asshole!"
I glare at her
"Shut up, shity glasses." I look at Eren "I'm sorry, I didn't-"
I was cut off with the feeling of her hand on mine, I didn't know what to do. I felt butterflies tickle at my stomach. What is this feeling? why am I feeling this way? I patted her hand and gave her a slight smile. She sat back up and started my tattoo again. She chuckled
"I'm sorry, people don't usually ask me that."
She finished my tattoo shortly after. She put a second skin like she did Hanji's and read me the after care. She also gave my a green card with the same information I paid and left before I did anything else embarrassing.
~ Eren's pov ~

I finished his tattoo. He payed and left but why did he leave. He smelled nice, if only I could have gotten his number. I chuckle to myself what am I thinking he wouldn't give it to me cause I probably wasn't his type. I cleaned up the used paper towels, put the used needles in the biohazard  and left early.
"Jean I'm leaving the shop keys with you to lock up. Bring em to my place when you close."
Jean nodded. I arrived at my apartment, threw my purse on the couch and signed. I walked to the kitchen and started cooking when I felt my phone buzz.

-hey I just wanted to say sorry

Eren-who is this?

-its Levi, duh

Eren-oh, it's ok I know you didn't mean to offend and how did you get my number anyway?

Levi-Hanji gave to me. Hey, can I ask you a question?

Eren-yea, sure

My heart started to pound faster with every second that went by. I could see him type then stop and then start typing again.

Levi-will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night? I feel bad for just leaving without much conversation.

I felt like I was in a dream. This was happening and this is real.

Eren-sure! Sounds like fun.

The corners of my lips went into a wide smile and I couldn't stop until my cheeks started hurting. I finished cooking and spent the rest of the night watching movies and relaxing.

~ the next night ~

It was 5:30, I had two hours left to get ready. I took a shower to start then walked to my closet to get dressed. I put on a red with black lace blouse with black skinny jeans and and a pair of red vans. I didn't know whether it was formal or casual so I did a mixture of both. I go into the bathroom again and turn on my curling wand and wait til it was done heating up and curled my hair, I looked down at my phone and it was almost 7:30 and I panicked. I finished up by doing my makeup and waited for Levi. A loud knock came from the door, I got up from the couch and walk to the door and open it and my jaw dropped. Levi was wearing a black dress shirt with black skinny jeans and a pair of black vans.
"Hey, Levi."
I said with a smile.
"You look very handsome."
I could feel a slight flush come across my cheeks.

~Levi's pov ~

I pull up in to her apartment parking lot and walked into the lobby and asked the reception lady which apartment Eren lived in and went straight there. I knocked and waited, I heard the door handle jiggle and the door open. I eyes widened with shock with how beautiful Eren was. She looked at me and smiled
"I didn't know if was formal or casual so I did a little of both."
All I could do was stare.
"That's ok, you look beautiful."
I saw her cheeks go pink
"Thank you."
I motioned for us to leave and she nodded. We left the apartment and walk to the parking lot. I opened her car door then shut it behind her. I got in and I drove us to this really nice Italian restaurant.

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