3- Levi likes tea; he puts nothing in it. And, he holds the cup from its rim

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For some unknown reason, Eren is still standing still in front of him, leaning on the counter in a not sexy at all, I guarantee pose. Not only that, he's staring at him with no shame at all. Does he even have a dignity, for fuck's sake?

Levi sighs and grabs the cup, sipping on the hot tea with a satisfied look.

Eren laughs again, and Levi cannot bear it anymore. First of all, his laugh hits him directly in the stomach and gives him the strangest kind of a tingling sensation, but, more importantly, he's starting to feel a tiny bit mocked.

He places the cup down and looks at the guy with the planest of his faces -which is very plane indeed- and folds his arms on his chest. "Okay. Uh, tell me, I'm curious."

"Tell you what?"

Levi can clearly tell Eren is having a lot of fun. "Mh. What's so funny?"

Eren grins. "I don't know. I can't choose between the way you hold the cup or the fact you come here every single day just to have a cup of tea. Plane tea, for instance."

Well, alright, he must say it may actually seem funny. But it isn't. "I hap-happened to break every cup I tried to hold correctly. Yeah, so, after the umpteenth shower of boiling water, my seven years old self wisely decided to change approach. Yeah. That's it." It is a totally logical explanation, isn't it? Then, why is Eren laughing even harder now?

"And," he says louder to speak over the other's laughter, "I, uh, enjoy a decent tea. Which requires too much effort for me to buy and keep home. I don't see the p-problem with drinking it plain."

"Alright. I got it. Well, kinda."

Obviously you kinda get it, I cannot tell you the real reason I keep coming here for a simple tea is that I enjoy seeing you moving behind the counter.

Which he isn't doing today, for the first time since he began coming to the coffee shop. And, why the fuck isn't he minding his own fucking-shop-business today too?

Levi is gonna bury himself six feet under. He feels utterly embarrassed because, fuck, he obviously cannot be a normal human being. No, he has to fucking lose the capability of speaking, shit.

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