"Tch. Oi brat, you spilt my coffee."
I heard a rather frustrated and grumpy voice say. I looked up, and it was a short man. He had on a large scarf, a black leather jacket, faded skinny jeans, and a pair of tan combat boots. On his jacket, was his freshly spilt, coffee.
I scurried to get up, quickly brushing myself off and hurrying to clean the male up. Grabbing a tissue from my pocket, I starting wiping him off. "Sir, I am so sorry. This is completely my fault." I apologized.
"Yeah, I know it was. In fact, I'm running late right now, and now I don't have my coffee to keep me running." he huffed, aggravated.
After wiping his jacket off as much as I could scrub, I offered, "If you don't mind, I can make coffee pretty quickly... would you like me to make you some..?"
"Can you do it fast? Like, really fast? And make it black?"
"Of course! Here follow me, and I'll make it!" I said, finally looking at his face. He had raven-black hair, with an undercut. His handsome face wore an expression which was that of someone unimpressed, and somewhat grumpy.
I stumbled back, and fell again. Still looking at him, I almost yelled, "L-Levi.... Riv--" I didn't finish his name, as he slapped a hand over my mouth, stopping my words.
"Shut the fuck up. Don't say my name." He hissed, holding out his other hand for me to take.
I took it, and he pulled me up. Levi took a finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet, and moved his hand away from my mouth. "B-b-but.. you're...!!" I managed to stutter out.
Levi Rivaille was the lead singer of The Survey Corps. Otherwise known as the greatest man who ever lived. Well, that's what he is in my book. I never imagined that I'd meet him in person, other than seeing him at the concert.
"Yeah, what about it?" he growled.
"I..I-I.. I-uh... love.. y-your music..!" Damn, this is embarrassing. I can hardly manage to say a few words.
"Thanks. Let's hurry up and do the coffee thing, we can talk during that." He tried rushing me along. I nodded my head, probably a little violently, before motioning for him to follow me to Colossal Cafe. He hesitated at the door.
"Petra left already, didn't she?" He asked, a suspicious tone in his voice.
"Yeah. In fact," I said, pulling out the keys. "It's closed right now, but we're just going in for a few minutes." Stepping in, I allowed him to follow. "You know Petra..?"
"Why wouldn't I? She plays the keyboard in our band." He stated, matter-of-factly.
"WHAAAAAAAAT?!!" I yelled, raising my tone.
"We've known each other for years. If you're such a great fan, I would think you would've noticed." He raised a brow at me. How did I not notice?
"But there is no one with her hair color in the band..!"
"Ever heard of a wig?" Levi asked sarcastically. Wow. I really must be dense. My mind flashed to one of the posters in my room and I remember seeing a brunette standing next to their drummer, Mike. I'd never known who that was. Well, until now, that is.
"Is that why she left so early today? She said she had 'practice'."
"Probably. I didn't go today; now I WAS going to meet with them, but it looks like I won't make it today." He stretched out the word 'was'. I jumped and hurried back to make his drink. Working quickly, I noted that he was watching me, making me nervous. When finished, I put it in a new cup and slapped the lid on, handing it to him. I looked at the clock. It took me two minutes and sixteen seconds. Not bad, if I say so myself.
"That was fast." Levi said as he took a tentative sip.
'It better be fucking good. Why am I so worried about plain black coffee... it's not anything special. Holy shit I just made coffee for him...!' I screamed internally.
He gave me a quick thumbs up and continued to sip. He threw four dollars at me, and I caught them, giving him a questioning look.
He looked at the direction of the coffee menu. "$3.99. I just payed for it."
"But, sir! It was m-my fault that you spilt your first one!" I tried giving his money back, but he declined.
"Doesn't matter. Besides, this is exceptionally good. Considering you hardly had to do anything to it." He turned towards the door, motioning me to follow. I walked out behind him, relocking the store.
"So.. I guess you're leaving now?" I asked shyly.
"Yeah. Gotta meet with the gang. See you later." He waved shortly as he turned and walked off.
As soon as he did so, did I quick victory dance, quietly screaming and fist pumping. I swear out of my peripheral vision I saw him turn his head and smirk, continuing to walk.
He told me he would 'See me later'...! Does this mean he expects we will meet again?! Holy shit this is the best day of my life!
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