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"Tell me everything."

Walking round the supermarket, you lazily dropped produce into your cart, doing the shopping with an earpiece in to chat whilst busy, meaning to keep the line free from ten as promised.

"Everything?"

"Yea Eren, you called me, remember? You obviously want to gush." Tins and packets joined the edible party in your metal cage, clunks denoting a soon to be full cupboard.

"Ok, well we went for something to eat and..." He didn't know Jean had already spoken with you an hour ago, his own version of events given and now you had Eren's side, tales corroborating pretty well, just the odd conflicting piece of information. For example, the one currently chatting excitedly failed to mention the moment he put his elbow in the butter when trying to pull off a flirtatious lean, something that threatened to cause you to burst out laughing all over again - he apparently thought he'd gotten away with it. "And then Jean, the fucking dopey idiot, he only went and..." So here was a slice of reality from the other side, an embarrassing incident which involved the taller of the pair using the table cloth as a napkin by mistake.

The way Eren spoke was full of life and enthusiasm, a wonderful tone to his voice that lit him up and lifted your heart, babbles of glee spilling into your ear as vegetables were haphazardly piled high. Their night had ended with a stroll beneath the stars, or what was visible of them anyway; Storm Levi was still gracing you with cloudy patches, yet it didn't seem to have deterred the new couple, kisses and hand-holding as far as they got.

"...because you know, I'm not putting out on a first date (F/N), even if I have known him for ages."

"No you don't want to do that. Second date maybe."

"(F/N)! Stop trying to corrupt me!"

"Eren, you're already corrupted, or was that guy last year just inviting you round for milk and cookies?"

A pause ensued and you imagined your friend having an internal struggle, torn between wanting to maintain an air of dignity and gagging to let his slutty side out. The former won. Kind of.

"No, it was for coffee, thank you very much." Silence again. "And a damn good blow job."

"Ha, there it is!" Laughing, you started to pile your items on the moving belt, products stacked and delivered along to the cashier whom you gave a winning smile to. "But seriously, I'm happy for you. Really. You want to take it slow, take it slow. Enjoy each other first."

"So we wouldn't enjoy it if...you know...?"

"Yes, I didn't mean that." Recalling conversations in the past, you packed bags with skill and brought a particular chat to the fore, the look of regret on one person's face emblazoned on your mind's eye. "Jumping in to bed straight away can lead to trouble."

"I'm not a virgin."

"Never said you were Eren. Just be sure though, yea? If you're after a quick bang then find someone else. Jean seems to be into you in a big way, don't mess it up for a meaningless fuck." The woman behind the register raised her brows and you mouthed 'sorry', cheeks pink and voice low. "Look, I'm in the store so no more girl talk."

"We're going to the movies tonight as well. I can't wait." He sounded smitten already, something you could relate to and a small flicker of energy balled in your stomach, rolled around and tickled your insides. Today had been greatly anticipated, a kind of date really when you thought about it. "So what are you up to after the shopping?"

"Me? Oh, might take a walk. See some sights."

"Since when were you a tourist (F/N)?"

"I'm not. Going to show someone around, let them see how much it's changed in this place."