The Little Titan Cafe [ErenxLevi]

Chapter 2- Tai Chi

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

Eren's eyebrow twitched. If he had a hundred dollars for every time he heard this, he'd be a millionaire by now. "What was that?"

"I saidI want a Tai Chi." The middle-aged, brunette woman shot him a withering glare, as if to say are-you-deaf-or-something-you-daft-child.

"A Chai Tea?"

"Did I say a Chai Tea?" she snapped.

"It's called a Chai Tea, ma'am. Not a Tai Chi," Eren drawled. His tolerance for stupid customers was zero to none. It honestly made him wonder sometimes why his mother let him work at her store. She knew how short his temper could be.

"Just make me my Tai Chi. Hot."

"What size would you like? Colossal Titan, Armored Titan or Dancing Titan?" When all he received was a blank look in response, Eren continued, "A Colossal Titan is a size large, whereas an Armored Titan is a medium and a Dancing Titan is a small." He pointed at a display case next to his register that had sample cups, each one having a doodle of strange looking monsters to represent the size of the cups. Yeah, the owner had an overactive imagination.

"A medium. God, this place is so weird..." She slammed a ten dollar bill next to the register. Eren stared blankly at both the money and her perfectly manicured nails. He rang up her order in silence before handing her the change. "And make it to-go."

"One Tai Chicoming up," he quipped, turning away with a roll of his eyes to make her drink.

The female patron's face puffed, clearly indignant. "This is terrible customer service. What kind of server rolls their eyes at their customer? Who in all their right mind would let someone as rude as you work here? Where is your manager? I would have a few words with them!"

Eren's lips twitched as he struggled to keep a straight face, but a smile spread without much of a fight. "Don't you mean 'I would have words'?"

She furrowed her brows and blinked, taken aback. "What?"

He shook his head, still smiling as he finished making her drink. There was no way this uppity woman would watch something like Spartacus. Eren handed her the steaming paper cup. "Here you go. One Tai Chi."

Any thought of talking to his manager – not that there was one on duty – was wiped from her head as she snatched the drink from Eren's grasp, nails scratching the back of his hand as she did so. With a huff, she turned on her heels and stalked out of the shop. Eren sighed and rubbed his hand.

"You may want to disinfect that. Or see a doctor. She could have rabies."

Eren turned his head towards Levi. He was sitting at the same barstool as he did two nights ago, except he was dressed slightly more casual. The sleeves of his navy knit shirt were rolled up to his elbows, Eren's gaze lingering on his forearms, noting the faint line of a vein and the way muscles moved as he typed at his laptop. There was just something about those arms that he really, really liked. It made him wonder if Levi had toned biceps beneath the sleeves.

"Can people have rabies?" Eren asked, tearing his gaze away from Levi's arms to frown at the now angry red scratch.

"Sure." The clacking of keyboard stopped, gray eyes lifting to Eren's. "Do you feel an itching or prickling sensation from the scratch?"

Eren's frown deepened. "Well, now that you mention it..."

"Discomfort?"

He shifted.