The Little Titan Cafe [ErenxLevi]

Chapter 20- Daffodils

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It was stupid. This was stupid. He was stupid.

It was laughable, really. Tragically so because Levi (stonehearted, purebred thug, capable-of-murder-Levi, mind you) was standing outside of the coffee shop – something he seemed to find himself doing a lot lately; waiting outside in the darkness, as if afraid to step into the light – hesitating to go inside, a small bouquet of flowers clutched in his right hand.

What had he planned on accomplishing with those flowers? I'm sorry, Eren, for never telling you right away that I was the author you so adored. That I am a terrible man. That I am a criminal. That I was born a criminal. That you should have nothing to do with me. That I still want everything to do with you, regardless.

Eren wasn't some foolish girl who could be swayed by a few measly daffodils.

Not that all girls could be swayed with flowers. Most women in the family often tried to castrate their partners if they were stupid enough to piss them off and try to make amends with a dozen roses. But that was because most people in the mafia were naturally violent and Levi was a hundred percent positive that Eren was just as violent – if not more so (despite never having seen Eren get into any physical fights, personally). And the fact of the matter was, Eren wasn't like most people, nor was he a girl, let alone a normal girl who probably would at least accept the flowers begrudgingly before making his life hell.

Eren was Eren. A young man. A man.

God these flowers were a stupid idea. What the hell was Petra thinking?

"I was thinking that they'd be a nice gesture."

Levi didn't glance at her. "Why are you here again?"

"I drove you over."

"Hm."

"Because you were too scared to do it yourself."

"...."

Petra's smile was patient. "He can't kill you unless he wants to go to prison, so rest assured, boss."

Levi's expression settled into a grim one. "I would never let Eren go to prison."

She sighed, the point completely going over his head. "Would you like me to go in first and assess his temperament?"

"No."

Five seconds ticked by. "Then are you going inside?"

"..."

No way. It couldn't be, could it? But as she stood there studying his profile, Petra could see it in the darkness of his gaze, the blacker than usual circles beneath his eyes, the twitch in the crease of his eyebrows that Levi was scared. "What are you so afraid of, boss?"

"I told you guys to stop calling me that. I turned down the head position a long time ago."

"Don't think I didn't notice you completely dodge the question."

He closed his eyes, head lowering with a small sigh. He hadn't known what to expect when he gave Eren the draft. A text message. A phone call. Both angry, perhaps. Maybe something along the lines of I can't believe you never told me. But Levi received neither call nor text, nothing to indicate Eren's feelings or that Eren even read it. Maybe he was thinking too much over things, maybe there was nothing to worry about. Maybe there was everything to worry about. Eren probably never saw the poem at the back of his drawing, probably didn't get the hint. Was it too vague? Was it too cheesy? Was it so unbearably cheesy that Eren realized he wanted nothing to do with Levi?