The Little Titan Cafe [ErenxLevi]

Chapter 18- This old coffee shop

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

Eren's eye twitched with every second that went by, the strain visible in his clenched jaw. His thumb trembled with the effort each gentle tap required. Just a little bit more, almost ther – that was a close one – almost, almost, al-most.

Game Over
Score: 65
Best: 66

Screw this game. Screw that stupid bird. Screw its stupid, little wings and its stupid, little beak and the stupid, green pipes and the stupid, blue sky that was sometimes a night sky and screw every little star in the background. Screw every chicken nugget that shitty bird reminded him off. Screw this game and the fact that the concept of it was simple but putting it into action wasn't quite so simple and how could something so easy be so goddamn hard it just didn't make any sense.

Eren was going to murder every single chicken nugget in the world. There was going to be a chicken-nugget-genocide and no one would blame him. They'd probably celebrate it, to be honest. He'd be the hero. Everyone would see him as their savior. Everyone would thank him and really it'd be the least they could do. He'd be their liberator and everyone would chant his name until the words Flappy Bird was naught but a horrid, distant memory; until the words Flappy Bird were whispers in people's nightmares.

Levi rested his chin on hand as he watched Eren mutter to himself about mass slaughter and plucking feathers and something about torture and being the world's only hope for salvation. It was an endearing sight watching Eren's eyes go bright with bloodlust and if Levi wasn't already enamored with the barista, he was sure he'd fall all over again for that twisted expression.

There was a small tug at the corners of his lips that Levi shrugged off as a muscle spasm.

"Give me your phone, Eren."

He lifted his head, all murderous intent fading to confusion. "Eh?"

"You look like you're going to break your phone." Eren continued to squeeze said phone as Levi held out a hand, face patient. "I'll return it to you later."

"One more time."

"No."

"Just one more, I swear."

"That's what you said twenty minutes ago."

"...I swear just one—" Eren reluctantly gave in at Levi's deadpan stare. He dropped his phone onto the awaiting palm, "fine. Have you decided what you want to drink?"

"I told you twenty minutes ago but you ignored me."

"Yeah because you said Tai Chi and we don't have that."

"I said Chocolate Tai Chi Latte."

Eren tried not to smile, he really did, but it was hard not to when Levi looked so serious while insisting Chai Tea and Tai Chi were the same thing. "Pretty sure we've had a similar conversation before."

"I don't know what you could possibly be referring to."

"And I'm pretty sure I said I hated you."

Levi's grip on his cup tightened. "I may recall that."

"But I didn't, not really."

"Oh?"

Eren's smile was easier this time; more subconscious and open for all the world to see. But only Levi saw and that was perfectly fine by him. He didn't want the rest of the world to fall in love with him, too. "I'm also pretty sure I liked you the moment you walked in."