The call

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It's another sunny Wednesday afternoon. The summers here are great. There's so much activity, especially when schools get out. Magnolia is split into three sections, there are the suburbs, the uptown, city like atmosphere, and then the cozy little town in the corner. I live in a quite little apartment a few blocks away from the end of the tiny town, just before the busy streets start. I look around louden park and watch the kids play in the gravel and the soccer moms gossip as they walk their lap dogs. I sigh and close my eyes. It's been four days since I met Levi and I cant get him out of my head for some reason. I pull out the business card he gave me and look at it indecisively again. I must've been thinking about that interview every single second since he gave me the card. I shake my head and put it back in my pocket. How would I even find out if he's into guys or not? I've never even had to deal with these feelings before. I sigh again. What the hell am I suppose to do? I'm scared to death that I'll be ridiculed and put down like I have been before. I don't want to feel that pain again. I get a gut wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach and I can feel the sting of tears boiling in my eyes. I blink, fiercely trying to get them to go away. No, I will not let myself go back to that place In my head. I'm better now, have a little confidence in yourself man. I get up and walk back home. When I get inside I throw myself into the couch and grumble into the pillow. "Might as well just give it shot, huh Eren?" I say out loud to myself. I dig my phone and the card out of my pocket. My shaking fingers punch in the number, I double check it before I hit the dial button. I bring the phone to my ear and let out a shaky sigh. The line clicks and an attractively stern voice picks up " hello, this is Levi."
"H-hey Levi, it's Eren. I was calling about that interview and job offer"
" it's about damn time Eren, I was starting to get impatient." He replied, genuinely a little irked.
"I'm sorry, I thought it might've been weird if I called the same day" I apologized
"I was kind of expecting a call that night, to be honest. I don't offer personal jobs to just anyone"
"Personal?" I repeat, a bit confused.
I can hear him sigh "yes, brat, personal. You would probably be in the same vicinity as myself for easy access. I don't like to wait."
I sat there for a second with my mouth hanging open. Was he flirting with me? No, stop, I say to myself shaking my head. "Er, so do I need to make an appointment?" I ask, unsure.
"I already have a time for you. If you don't mind, I would like to interview you over coffee. The office workers are a bit noisy and it ticks me off." He states, sounding like I don't have a choice.
"Yeah that's fine. What time?" I ask earnestly.
"4:00 tomorrow evening at westovers coffee house " he replies.
"Alright, sounds like a plan" I say casually. Westovers is uptown, classy with an edge. I didn't really think he would be the type of person to go somewhere like that. They play rock music and the baristas have tattoos and piercings and stuff , it's totally  cool. Kind of like an under ground type of place.
"Alright. And what's your last name Eren?" He asks
"Yeager."
"I will see you tomorrow. Casual dress don't worry about this being a strictly professional interview. I've basically already decided you have the job. I just want to get to know you a little better" he ensures. I can imagine him with a smirk on his face as he talks. My breath catches. "O-okay" I stutter "I'll see you there"
"And yeager,"
"Yes?"
"Don't be late" he says, I hear the line click and hold the phone to my ear, listening to the dial tone. I slowly remove it and gawk at my screen. Clicking the end call button I drop my phone on to the plush carpet and fall back against the cushions. My stomach is all tingly and I can't stop thinking about what I had just done. I couldn't control the thoughts going through my head as my feelings take over. Do I really have a date with Levi Ackerman tomorrow?

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