Fate Brought Us Together (LEVIHAN)

Chapter Twenty Two

Time flew so fast

Levi POV

We stomped our feet outside feeling the natural cold breeze.
Buildings, shops, and café lined up horizontally beside the street.
Tons of people rome around the city talking about something and doing their labor.

I sighed on the sky.
You're making my life harder.
I have a dog and now a mischievous child.
I don't know anymore. Whether I'll be suffocate by granite or died because of congestion.

Hanji came out while holding Ray's miniature hand.

We really have a good trip.
Once, he vomit.
Twice, he vomit.
Then, there is like a long traffic of duck by the road.
Lastly, we almost dumped on a pit.
Like hell yeah... It's the best adventure than Jorge of the Jungle.

However; Hanji is still smiling, like somehow smelling...ewww and bumping to the road is the best vacation yet.

"Levi!"
I didn't realize that she wrapped her arms tightly on my chest until I felt her head placed on my shoulders.
But I stubbornly stood to my stift position.

"What is it?"
I said in no tune.

"How about a date night for the two of us!!"

Wait... what?
Suddenly, I felt feverish.

I shooked my head in exasperation at myself,
What are you thinking friends... not anything but friends...

I thought for like minutes.
It's akward I don't know why, as if date is not a thing for friends.
Even; she seems to be in second-thought.

"Okay."
I said confused.

She excercised her shoulders to escape from the freeze,
"Well... Let's speed up!!"
She let go the back hug and grabbed my hand, running through the crowd in the front.
Ray followed us through the stairs and left a new friend by the entrance.

We zipped past collumns and halls until we stopped by the local train.
Then tag along with the Osaka people pushing themselves to the space..

. . .

We already sat by the benches on the side.
Hanji is jamming through the songs on her earphones and I have to carry a five year old child with the weight of a galoon.

For second guessing, I knew he'a going to...vomit.
Besides, I bought tons of plastic bag from a shop and extra wipes.

"Aren't you going to vomit?"
I asked him and It looked like I was allowing him with that.
Yet, my tone did prompt him not to.
Nevertheless, I'll sucked of his blood.

"Nah"
He murmered getting enough of my silly jokes.
"Why would I?
I'm strong I won't send a flood."

Of oozing yellow liquid with... yacks.
Who would talk about that?

I stopped myself.
This topic doesn't even sum up on what I want to talk about.
Unfortunately, I put on a new tackle thing,
"Is Han- I mean your mom..."