Speak French to Me

Chapter 3

  Armin was sitting on the couch eating his soup when I walked in the door. He looked up and smiled at me. "Eren, how was having my job for a day?" He asked cheerfully. I sighed "your boss made me organize a pile of papers by alphabetical order, and he called me a shitty brat! He smirked at me too." I put my coat on the coat rack by the door, then head to the kitchen. "What was he like to you?" He asked as he got up and followed me to the kitchen. I look at him lost in thought for a moment, until Armin pokes my cheek. "Um... He was... He was really intimidating and clean." Armin looked at me with a knowing look. "Eren, you like him!" He squealed. I quickly denied, "No, I don't. He was a jerk to me, and plus I'm not sure he's even gay."
Actually, I'm not even sure I'm gay.
   "Go eat, you need to be back at work tomorrow. I can't fill in for you again because I have a shift at the cafe. " Armin sighed "He never talks about women you know, other than his family." I go to my room for the night, hoping to have some rest.
That night, my dreams were haunted by a pair of grey intimidating eyes. My alarm for work buzzed as I got up. I work at a The Rose cafe.
  I look around the lobby at the early birds that are making their coffee runs. Some sit watching the tv quietly, and some sit at the high top cafe tables. I was staring at the tv screen until there was a tap on my shoulder. I look over and gasp. Levi Ackerman was standing on the other side of the counter, smirking at me. I looked away "M-Mr. Ackerman, w-what are you doing here..?"