Sixty Degrees (BoyxBoy)

Overreaction?

Chapter Three

"Hey Eren, do you want to head to Sixty Degrees with me, see if they'll hire us?" Marco asks, scaring the shit out of him as he rounds the corner into the kitchen, waving the application form in his hand.

Eren sits at the breakfast bar spluttering hot coffee everywhere as he chokes on it. He turns his head in Marco's direction once he's recovered. He stares at the form wearingly. "I don't even have any experience in hospitality, they wouldn't hire me."

Marco's smile doesn't slip, "Only one way to find out." He grabs Eren's jacket off the chair where he'd put it near the door and throws it at him. "Come on."

Eren lets out a loud sigh before pushing himself out of his chair; he washes his mug and quickly wiping his mess of the counter before following Marco grudgingly out of the dorm.

"So what's got you so grumpy this morning?" Marco asks, glancing over at him.

He rubs at his eyes tiredly, "I didn't get much sleep last night." Truth is he was going over all the possible reasons Levi had for flipping him off like he had.

He'd managed to come up with three reasonable explanations.

One Levi is a dick.

Two, it wasn't actually intended for Eren.

Three, Levi was swatting a fly.

In the end he had come to the conclusion that Levi does in fact not like people blatantly staring at him, which of course Eren can understand. But this conclusion still didn't allow him to get much sleep. "So what about you, Marco, you ever worked in a café before?"

Marco turns his head forward, grinning from ear to ear, "Nope."

Eren wishes he could share the guy's optimistic attitude.

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"Either of you ever work in a coffee shop before?" The manager, a young looking guy, in his early thirties, with light blonde hair pulled into a folded bun at the back of his head, small brown eyes and stubble on his chin, asks them.

"Ah no sir," Eren pipes up first, better to tell the truth now rather than later.

The man looks at the two first years, "So you guys thought you'd stroll down here with no experience whatsoever and hope I'd give you a job?"

Marco and Eren look at each other, worriedly.

"Ah, yeah that's pretty much it," Marco says, cautiously.

He looks at the two younger boys for a good while before allowing a small smile onto his face. "Fine, the names Eld, now get behind that counter and show me what you can do."

They both give him confused looks.

"R-Right now?" Eren stutters.

"Yes r-right now. Do you want the job or not?" Eld replies, ushering them behind the counter of the coffee shop.

Once they're all inside he grabs two waist aprons and chucks them at the boys. "Put these on. Now what are your names?"

"Eren Yeager."

"And Marco Bodt." Giant grin stretched across his face.

"Hm, okay freckles you seem almost too cheerful you can be on the till," He looks over towards Eren's more sombre expression, "You'll be on coffee, Yeager."

The first ten minutes Eren watches as Eld shows Marco how to correctly work the till and the correct ways to write each coffee order on the take away cups for the baristas. Marco picks it up almost too quickly, which leaves Eld to deal with Eren. Things certainly could be going smoother. Through this experience Eren finds himself to be rather clumsy. He's constantly knocking over takeaway cups filled with espresso shots as he tries to keep them in order. On almost every try he over froths the milk, which is leading to a nice white puddle on the floor beneath him, that he's slipped on three times already. It doesn't help that Eld's just standing there watching him like a hawk as he continues to mess everything up.