That Book Shop on Warner Street

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There's a small book shop at the end of Warner Street, one where many go to find books to read, or just to enjoy a small cup of coffee. It attracts books lovers from all over the city, manly because of the wide selection of books. But some go just to observe the beautiful barista that works there.

This barista in particular, was named Eren Jaeger.

Handsome was an understatement when it came to him. He was nothing below something similar to god-like beauty. His sun kissed skin was between the colors of Amber and Bronze, which made people feel like they were melting in his presence.

The customers always found themselves comparing their skin tones to his, but theirs would always look like ivory when next to the boy.

Not only was his skin tone gorgeous, but his chocolate brown hair gave the perfect contrast to his eyes.

Oh, those eyes. They were absolutely breathtaking.

From some angles, his eyes appeared as a Caribbean blue with swirls of an Amber-like color, but from others, they appeared to be the exact opposite with Amber and blue swirls.

When people would ask him about his heritage, he would always smile that beautiful, white smile and reply with, 'German,' in his faint accent.

This had girls asking the question regularly, which confused the barista. But he never said anything about it, he didn't want to offend anyone that came into the store.

Eren usually got large tips because of his attractiveness, even from males as well. But those tips were probably because of his kind nature, since he was always so polite and quiet.

On this particular day, he was not working the 'coffee counter,' he was taking care of the book store section.

The boy loved books, whether it was just reading them, or observing the leather and paper bindings, he just loved them in general. The 'new book' smell that hung in the air always made Eren happy, along with the little kids that would run around the child section of the store, laughing and playing amount the shelves.

It reminded of himself as a child, being carefree and not having a single worry in the entire world. Now, he had to worry about bills, and what his next meal would be. He also had to be worried about his sister, Mikasa, who would always stay out late getting high or drunk, only to come back and tell Eren about how worthless he is.

It didn't hurt him too badly, since he knew it was the drugs talking, not Mikasa. But he would always feel a small pain in his heart when he heard the words fall from his sisters lips.

That was how most of his evenings played out. He would work until the closing time, which was 9 P.M, and then ride the evening train back to his and his sisters apartment. He would eat dinner and wait for Mikasa to come home.

When she did, she would always say it was his fault that their parents died, and that she wished she didn't have a brother, until she passed out.

Some nights she would come home in a blind rage and physically harm Eren. And he would always let it happen. He didn't want to hurt her, so he would just sit out the floor and wait for her to be done kicking.

After she was out, Eren would always carry her to bed and leave a few pills, to help with her headache that she would have in the morning, and a glass of water on the nightstand in her room before he went to his own to take a quick shower.