roses. | eren x levi

roses. | sixty-two

i mindlessly flipped the pages of my notepad, waiting for the second mr. rose would step in. he normally appeared around this time, only a few minutes left to pass–

"hello there, good morning!"

the man was modeling a large, off-white trench coat that draped down to his knees. it seemed much too heavy for him, much too formal to wear just anywhere. he brought his hands from his pockets and swayed them forward and backward, effectively showcasing the black sweater he wore underneath.

i have never seen him so professional. perhaps he did something meaningful today? i opened my mouth to speak to him but promptly warned myself of what the doctor recommended me to do.

zipping up my puffy coat over my mouth, i hastily scrawled down a letter to him and pushed the notepad his way.

hey, mr. rose.

he incredulously glanced down at the message and back at me, then chortled.

"what's up with you? cat's got your tongue?"