You Know What They Say About Freckles?

Part Five

"You made the food?" Levi asks, settling himself down on the bench next to Eren.

"Nah," he says, sitting beside him. He pulls his legs up onto the seat, sitting crosslegged with a large portion of his body hanging off of the seat. He seems unfazed by it, though. "Mikasa did."

"Mikasa's your sister?"

"Mhm."

Levi picks up the little basket that Eren had brought, and he digs through the selection. He pulls out two sandwiches wrapped in clear plastic, handing one to Eren and saving the other for himself. He then pulls out two water bottles, and he does the same - he hands one to Eren and saves the other for himself.

Levi puts the basket on the grass beside them, and he scoots a little closer to Eren on the bench, throwing an arm across the back and idly curling his fingers against the rough metal of the seat.

"Mikasa's a cook, you know?" Eren says, unwrapping his food and taking a bite from it.

"How old is she?"

"My age. About a month older, though."

"That's convenient."

"I can't tell if you're being serious or not."

"Do I look like I'm being serious?"

Eren looks at Levi's face for a moment, and Eren's only able to contain his smile for about ten seconds before his face is a bright red and he's trying to hide his mouth.

"You always look like you're being serious. Even when you made that stupid joke on our last date."

"You remember that?"

"How could I not? It gets funnier every time I think about it."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Eren says, taking another bite of his sandwich. Levi decides that it's finally time that he, too, starts eating, so he lifts his arm from the back of the bench and uses it to peel the plastic away from the food in his hands. "It's like, it's so bad, it's funny. You know?"

"I suppose I get it," Levi says.

Eren shifts his position, leaning forward a little and resting his elbows on his leg to hold himself up. He waves his sandwich around as he talks, as if there's just no possibility that he could ever slip and drop the food, what with how he waves it around back and forth.

"Levi?"

"Hm?"

"Do you, ah- Ah, nevermind."

"What is it?"

"Nevermind."

"Eren?"

"It's stupid."

"I don't care. Just tell me."

"It's not important."

"I don't care."

"No, I changed my mind. Can we move on?"

"No."

"Levi, please."

"Tell me what you were going to say."

Eren hesitates, speaking quickly and staring down at his sandwich as he talks. "I was just going to ask if you like my face, I mean, it has freckles on it, you know?"