Attack On Titan ~ One Shots

Levi x Reader - Coffee Shop [AU]

        Your shaking hands trembled as they reached for the handle to the coffee shop entrance. The harsh wind smacked you, causing your spine to shiver and the fact that you left a jacket at home made you mentally slap your forehead. You could've walked back to your apartment, which was only a street away from the coffee shop, but you decided otherwise and opened the door, which resulted in a warm breeze hitting you from inside and the thick smell of coffee to penetrate into your lungs.

         You inspected the seating area and realized that every table was brimming with customers and that there was nowhere for you to sit. Well, being the optimist you are, you decide to go buy coffee anyways and hope that by time your coffee is prepared, someone might leave their table. 

        You ordered your cofeee black, like usual, and stood to the side so other people could order. You stood there tapping the counter next to you with your fingers and examining the room to see if there were any abanded tables. Your eyes landed upon a young man, perched alone at a table. His posture was unbent, and he looked to be a couple years older than you, three at most. You don't understand what made him catch your eye, maybe his jet black hair or his stone grey eyes, but you were jolted out of your daydreaming when one of the employees slid your coffee to you across the other side of the counter. 

        You gripped the styfrofoam cup in the palm of your hand, and studied the room before realizing that the odds werent in your favor today, and your only option was to sit outside. You proceeded towards the door and slowly pulled it open, sending a chilling wave to slam into you. 

        "It's too cold to linger here too long. I'll just stay five minutes then head back to my apartment." you deduced in your head.

        Your already pale body sat down at one of the three vacant tables outside, and reached into your bag to pull out your current favorite book. You predetermined that you would finish another chapter before returning to your apartment, which always distracted you from reading due to the noise your neighbors constantly made.

        You licked the tip of your finger and turned to the next page of your book. As your eyes scanned the page, you failed to ignore the obvious wind that was blowing against your body. Goosebumps painted your arms and your shaky breath became visible in front of you. You assured youself that you could finish your novel later and sealed your book shut.

         Just as you were about to rise from your seat, the door to the coffee shop swung open and the man from earlier exited the store. Your gaze focused on the ground as you avoided eye contact. You expected him to leave the shop but gasped as you felt someone grasp your arm. Your wide eyes hovered to his face, which was a mere foot away from yours.

        "I noticed that you dont have a jacket on and your sitting all alone outside in the cold. Come sit at my table if you'd like, I wont bother you and it's better than sitting out here in this shitty weather." He insisted in a monotone voice, his cold, grey eyes locking onto yours.You rewarded him with a gracious smile and nodded. 

        You both advanced towards the door, which he pulled open and placed his slender hand on the small of your back to guide you to his table. You settled youself into your seat and he plopped himself into the seat across from yours. 

        You sipped your coffee silently and glanced at the man sitting in front of you, who appeared to be reading a book. 

        "He has a somewhat cold appearence, but he must be a gentleman for offering me a seat inside. It's only right for me to properly thank him." you concluded.

        "U-um thank you for offering me a seat at your table, it was very kind of you." You commented hesitantly, afraid of interrupting him from his book reading.

        "No problem." He murmered, looking up for a mere second before scribbling something down inside his notepad, positioning it behind the cover and the first page,and returned reading.

        You observed his eyes traveling left and right quickly, dissecting the information on the pages. His eyebrows, slightly pulled together in concentration as he flipped to the next page. Being the curious and book loving person you were, you decided it wouldnt do much harm to ask him about his book.

        "What are you reading?" you questioned, attempting to start a conversation.

        His lips tugged up into a quick, barely noticable smirk before he shifted his weight forward and carefully handed you the book. 

        "It's about a boy raised in the slumps, who became a famous poet." He informed, summing up the novel in one quick sentence.

        You fingers traced the spine of the book, that was falling apart at the touch. You turned the book over and observed the picture of the poet that the back cover provided. As you flipped through the pages you reckoned that the book was pretty old and went through quite a bit of man handling to arrive in the current condition it was in. The pages were barely in tact with the spine of the book, and you noticed that some sentences were highlighted and underlined.

        "Seems like the poet really went through a lot to get to where he is today." You postulated outloud as you read the short paragraph of information the book provided on the back about the poet's journey to self discovery. You begun to read the first few pages and were instantly drawn into the story that presented itself to you.

        He quietly obseved you, obviously amused at the fact that you were enjoying his little novel so much.

        "You can take it home and read it if you'd like, I've already read it a couple of times." He suggested. Your eyes traveled up from the book and made contact with his. Your lips tugged into a smile and your eyes gleamed.

        "Thanks, I love reading a lot and this seems like a really good book, but how will I return it to you?" you speculated, awating his response.

        "I think we'll run into eachother soon enough." he replyed as he smirked and strode out of the shop, not giving you enough time to formulate a response.

        You turned your attention back to the novel in your hand and distinguished a small notepad sheet peeking over the top of the book, threatening to slip out. You opened the front cover to reveal a small note written in fancy cursive that read...

        "call me when you've finished this book and I'll make sure to save you another seat."  You grinned, smiling like an idiot as your eyes skimmed the phone number written beneath the cursive. 

        You hurried home, slumped onto your couch, and instantly opened the novel to begin reading. Not even the noise your neighbors produced distracted you from the all nighter you spent reading.

        It was five in the morning and you finally finished the book. It was better than you thought it would be, but you were exhausted from lack of sleep. Good thing you knew exactly what would wake you up...a nice cup of black coffee.