𝓣𝓲𝓹 𝓜𝓮 | 𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊 𝑨𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏

Looking Familiar

"Now that was a slight disaster," I muttered under my breath as I clocked out. I felt Armin chuckle under his breath, but he stayed silent.

"It wasn't that bad."

I pouted at him from over my shoulder.

"It wasn't?"

I returned from the kitchen, a medium Coke and Sprite on my silver platter as I was making my way to the booth Armin and Mikasa was sat in. I turned around from the kitchen doors, but was immediately slammed into a person.

Crap. Not again.

Soda was spilled all over the floor, after wiping my eyes, I looked up. Glaring orbs were baring into my soul, Mikasa. MY CUSTOMER.

I cringed as I fumbled with the silver platter on the ground.

Well, there goes my tip. This is why I told Chef to move the bathroom doors from the kitchen doors. I can't really see customers walking to and from them.

"I-I am so sorry! I didn't see you, I uh," I picked up the platter and stared at her.

Other than looking unamused and pissed off, she had her hands balled into fists at her sides.

"I'll let your drinks go by, no payment. Compliments of the restaurant, I'm so sorry again."

Mikasa was about to step forward but her hands and shoulders relaxed as Armin came up and stood behind her.

"Is everything okay, Mikasa?"

She was quiet for a minute, and then she nodded.
"Everything is just great, Armin."

She dug in her pocket, pulled out a bill and placed it in my tip jar.

I was wrong.

"Make sure he gets his Sprite." She looked to Armin over her shoulder and back to me, still pissed.

"He gets cranky without his soda."

Armin was going to protest, but Mikasa pushed passed him and stomped out of the doors.

Ding-a-ding.

Armin chewed at his bottom lip and slowly looked to me.

"Do you need any help with that?"

I heard him clear his throat and then laugh.

"No, never mind, it was pretty bad!"

I was holding my laughter in, but it slipped out anyway.

"Oh please,"

Ding-a-ding.

I pushed open the restaurant doors, letting Armin pass, and followed behind him.

"It could have been, worse."

His blue eyes flashed, and he stopped in his steps.

"Hmm, wait, before we say anything else, I was going to point this out earlier but, you look familiar."

I stopped walking too.

"I do?"

Cars drove by, some silent, some honking. It was nearly November, and people are arriving in for Thanksgiving around here. New York is a pretty busy place after all.

I pulled my hair out of its painfully tight hair tie and smiled at Armin.
"Where do I look familiar from, hm?"

He was staring at me, in concentration, I think and squinted.
"You wouldn't happen to work at," he paused. Hesitantly.