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Chapter 17

Eren

"Wow, really?" I asked, amazed.

"Yeah, and the flight attendant had her ass popped out and everything." Levi continued, sipping his drink. The bored, monotone demeanor never faltered. It seemed as if he was truly annoyed at me. However, the glint in his eyes said otherwise.

"That's horrible!" I exclaimed.

We were at my favorite restaurant. It's a few minutes away form home, so I came here often. 

"Hallo, Herr Jaeger." said Brittany, who's waited on me every time a came.

"Was möchten Sie heute , Sir essen?" she asked.

"Ein einfacher Steak , bitte."

"Und Ihre Datum?"

I blushed. "Ein Gebäck für ihn , bitte. Danke."

She walked away, and Levi spoke up.

"She was pretty," he said. I nodded. "Nice smile, pretty eyes, big boobs, fine ass."

I got a bit uncomfortable, but nodded again.

"So, Eren, what do you think of her?"

My eyes widened. "I-I think- I think that she's- uh, she seems-"

Levi chuckled. "I was only joking."

"Oh-" I cleared my throat. "Oh, yeah. I knew that."

Levi stared at me for a moment.

"Say something."

"Something?"

"Your German accent is still present right after you speak it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's adorable."

I blushed again. "Oh, uh, speak French."

"Tu es tres beau, Eren."

"Okay, now speak English."

"I speak American." he said slowly.

"Holy shit, it's so thick!"

"Seriously?"

I laughed. He sounded so French.

"Ja, seriously."

We both laughed as Brittany came back with our food.

Shiloh

"Oh my God," I laughed, propping my head on my elbows.

"I know! And thne, when I won, Phil pushed me into the water!" Armin continued, making me laugh even harder.

Armin had taken me to a nice American restaurant in the city, about an hour and a half from the apartment.

To be honest, I was really surprised when Armin asked me out. And, on top of that, I was truly flattered. I can tell you for a fact that on that day, I wasn't acting. Not a bit.

"Hi," said the blonde waitress, smiling, "can I start you off with a drink?"

"Water for me, please." Armin said, and the waitress turned to me.

"Do you guys serve Margaritas?" I asked, and Armin looked taken aback.

"Yeas, ma'am. Salted or unsalted?"

"Salted."

The waitress nodded, and walked away.

"You're not old enough to drink in the states, you know. I really shouldn't let you do that." Armin said, crossing his arms. (A/N lol idk why im laughin)