The Little Titan Cafe [ErenxLevi]

Chapter 1- Latte Moustache

Welcome to the Little Titan Café!Today's special: Levi

Eren glanced at the clock. 22:20. There wasn't much going on at the Little Titan Café. Don't ask him why it's called that. His mother, the owner, thought it sounded cute. Eren thought it was weird, but patrons seemed to like it enough to come, so who was he to judge? On a weeknight like tonight, there weren't many customers with exception to the occasional college student coming in to use their free Wi-Fi. And considering they were open until midnight most nights – with exception to Sundays—it was the perfect place for students to come and work on last minute homework, projects, what have you.

Unfortunately for him, he was usually stuck with the closing shift. You always sleep in anyway. Your classes aren't until the afternoon and blah, blah, blah. It wasn't that Eren hated the closing shift. He just hated how dreadfully boring it was. Weekends were typically the busiest so those nights went by fast. But weeknights? Not so much.

He fiddled with his iPhone. 22:25. The picture on the screen was of him and his two childhood friends huddled at one of the booths in this very café. Mikasa was looking bemused with her latte moustache while Eren and Armin laughed. He grinned at the memory and unlocked his phone to reply to their text messages.

Armin: Don't forget you have a math exam tomorrow.

Shit. Not that they were in the same class – Armin was beyond something like College Algebra—but somehow he remembered when Eren had a test. That he had forgotten. Shit. Yeah, he was so screwed tomorrow. Not that he was an A+ student. Or a B. Maybe somewhere between a high D and low C. Who needed math anyway? It had nothing to do with his major.

Mikasa: Hi.

Eren snorted. Mikasa's blunt messages never ceased to amuse him. By the time he finished responding, it was 22:29 with a few seconds left in the minute. The jingle of the door being opened dragged Eren's attention away from his phone. It was a short walk from the bar to the entrance, so when the cold, winter air rushed into the shop, Eren shivered from his position by the register.

He turned his head away from the chill of the air as he greeted the customer with a, "Welcome to the Little Titan Café." If he wasn't contractually obligated to – and if he wasn't suspicious that his mother somehow knew whenever he didn't say those words to a customer – Eren wouldn't bother saying such a lame line. But after years of his mother instilling the phrase into his head, he was conditioned to spew them whenever he heard the jingle of the bell.

It was always obvious when a customer was new to their shop. They usually lingered by the entrance to look around, as if expecting to see something strange. Eren didn't blame them. If he walked into a place called the Little Titan Café, he'd probably expect something stranger. But whether this man was a new or simply looking for a place to sit was hard to tell. His expression was firmly set in what Eren could only describe as apathy. Slanted, gray eyes scanned the cozy coffee shop, taking in the two women gossiping by the window, the college student tapping furiously away on his laptop, and another struggling to stay awake as she read a book.

There were a lot of things Eren Jaeger didn't believe in. He didn't believe in waking up before 11:00. He didn't believe in needing breakfast. He didn't believe in driving the speed limit because the speed limit was too damn slow. He didn't believe in luck – you have to take what you want, not hope to have it handed to you. He didn't believe in not fighting back. He didn't believe in failure (let's not mention the math exam he would be failing tomorrow, because he didn't believe in the e-word either). He didn't believe in pissing his mom off because boy was she scary when she was mad. He didn't believe in romance or love at first sight or being swept off your feet. He was a boy, duh, so like hell he cared about that mushy stuff.