𝓣𝓲𝓹 𝓜𝓮 | 𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊 𝑨𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏

Coconut Head

"You're only part-time here?"

You could say that.

My attention was grasped to the customer in front of me, he looked rather surprised at my job here. Obviously a restaurant, nothing fancy, nothing special. Unlike, my other job.

I work at the "Hole In The Wall" restaurant, literally. If you weren't looking for it, you'd walk right past it without any notice. That's probably where my boss got the name, ironically.

I smile.

"Yes, just an extra job from my other one. You know how life is with money these days."

I say casually as I place down the man's plain black coffee. He nodded in agreement as he gently placed his hands around his cup, making sure if it was hot or not.

"Oh, really? What's your other job?"

I gulped the saliva that was building up in my mouth and swallowed it down, a sweat bead was forming itself onto my forehead.

But I played it off as I smiled again and stuffed my hands into my purple apron pockets.

"It's nothing important, just a normal job." I chuckled out smoothly, but inside I was screaming.

"Oh," he paused as he looked down into his cup and then back up to me, his turquoise colored eyes (I think) blinked once before he held out a hand.

"Name's Jaeger, Eren."

I nod.

"Eren, huh, well, my name's (y/n)."

Tick. Tick.

Said myself as I gently tapped my name-tag, my name in fine print on my pink badge.

He raised an eyebrow, and I stopped him before he could speak.

"I know, it's troublesome to pronounce, but it can get used too, Eren."

({A/n} Just pretend your name is "troublesome" to pronounce if your name is easy to say, like, Sally or somethin'. Thanks!)

He smiled and then took a large drink from his cup and sat it back down. It was empty.

"Well thank you, um," I seen him trying to pronounce my name and I smiled.

"(y/n)." I countered.

"(y/n)," he repeated.
"Thanks, for the coffee, I really needed it."

I nodded and looked behind me to the kitchen window, the chef wasn't paying attention.

Good.

Ding-a-ding.

The restaurant door bell rang, someone just came in or left. I looked away from the door and to Eren- or -an empty seat.

"Buh," I mumbled.
Just when I was enjoying the day..

I looked at the cup and under it was a folded up bill.

What's this, a tip?

Ten bucks.

Better than nothing, thanks Jaeger.

I picked up the coffee cup and then money. The bill slipped into my apron pocket while the cup stayed in my hands. I sighed before I headed back into the kitchen and placed the cup into the cold dishwater.

The day was slowly falling into place once again, more and less customers showed up and it was getting close to my clock out time.

"(y/n)?"