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Levi groaned, pushing away a certain brunette's face with the palm of his hand. He pulled his hand back, glaring in disgust at the drool that dripped off his fingers.
"Your mouth is fucking gross, Shitty Glasses."
Ignoring his insult, Hanji grabbed Levi's arm. "Shorty, you have to come with me to try out this new restaurant! It's supposed to be the best in the country!"
Levi scoffed, "No fucking way. I still have things to do." Attempting to pull his arm out of the vice grip, Levi turned in the direction of his house.
Hanji clutched the limb to her chest, "Please! I'll do anything!" At this, Levi stopped.
"Anything?" He asked.
Hanji nodded furiously, "Yes, anything! As long as you come with me to eat at the restaurant!" Thinking, Levi nodded, "Okay."
Hanji squealed, "Yay! What do you want me to do?"
Levi smiled, "You can't use my house for any of your little 'experiments'."
Going from super excited, Hanji visibly deflated. She thought it over, deciding if it really was worth it.
A few moments passed before she nodded glumly, agreeing to the standards. This honestly suprised Levi. He didn't think she would actually agree to that.
That made it easier for him. He can eat the damn food, pay for his meal, and leave. Simple as that. No unnecessary distractions.
¥Time skip of 1 hour¥
Levi sighed as he looked at his reflection for what may be the hundredth time. He had looked up the restaurant to see if there are any dress codes he could've been violating. Apparently, it's so high up there, the dress code is formal wear. Yay for him. He fixed his tie one last time before he heard a knock at the door. Running a hand through his perfectly brushed hair, Levi exited his room and opened the front door. Hanji stood there, actually looking decent for once. She wore a stunning red strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline. Ruby earrings decorated her ears and midnight heels adorned her feet. Hanji's hair was swept up elegantly in a beautiful braided bun. All in all, she looked gorgeous. Her 'date' wasn't lacking in the dress department either. He wore a black suit with a black undershirt. A cherry red tie was knotted around his neck half covered by a black vest. Black loafers were slipped on his feet, shoestrings tied into perfect bows. "Are you ready to go?" Levi asked. Hanji nodded in confirmation. "Let's get this show on the road." He grumbled.
~Time skip~
Levi exited the car, scanning the exterior of the restaurant. It looked decent enough, at least to his standards. Hanji practically flew out of the passenger seat and looped arms with Levi. "Ack, I'm so glad you're actually coming with me this time! It's been so long since we went out to eat together!"
Levi grumbled, "It's literally been a fucking week since we went out to a restaurant."
The woman in red scoffed, "Week, schmeek. It still felt like forever!"
Levi smacked the back of her head, "Act the way you're dressed. It's like a fucking five-year old in a twenty-two year old's body." Hanji pouted, but immediately was ecstatic once more when they walked up to the hostess' table.
"Welcome to Múr Sina. Do you have a reservation?"
Levi nodded, "Two for Ackerman."
She nodded politely and grabbed two menus from behind the table. She laid them on a small corner table set for two. Pulling out a chair for her, he gently pushed it in and walked to his side of the table. A male came up to them, a towel on his arm and an apron around his waist.
