a/n: taken from a prompt on tumblr: " imagine Levi working at Starbucks and before he calls Mikasa to give her her order, Hanji takes the cup, writes Levi's number on it, and then gives it to her. Levi is pissed until he gets a text from Mikasa." This is the first fic I have ever written and I apologize for quality. Let me know what you think. you can also follow me on tumblr only-an-entity

update: There is going to be a second chapter added to this from Mikasa's perspective. I will also be adding A THIRD AND FINAL CHAPTER SOON so be on the lookout for that!

This damn job at Starbucks was going to be the death of him. It was his senior year of college and he was set to graduate in the spring. This job was just supposed to be part time, but it was so draining. For winter break, he had planned on taking up as many shifts as possible at the coffee shop to make some extra money for Christmas gifts. Levi looked up and sighed. The line to order seemed to never end. He continued taking orders, until he noticed his favorite regular walk in.

"Levi!" Hanji yelled into his ear, startling him out of his thoughts. Lowering her voice, she whispered, "she's here again. When are you going to say something to her, it's so obvious you like her, the way you ogle her!"

"Hanji, mind your own damn business. You don't know anything about my feelings," Levi muttered under his breath, wishing she wouldn't have brought this up. Trying to not let what Hanji said bother him, Levi went about taking orders.

"One peppermint mocha, and two eggnog lattes? Coming right up," he stated to the customer as he walked away and began preparing the drinks. He looked up to see the black-haired girl texting on her phone, and patiently waiting her turn to order. He had seen her in here so often, nearly every day for the past 3 months. He only knew her name after having written it on countless coffee cups and calling for her when her order was ready.

"Mikasa.." he thought, "I wonder if that's oriental? She certainly looks like she could be." He was suddenly ripped from his thoughts as hot liquid poured over the top of the cup and onto his hand. "Fuck," he hissed under his breath, quickly taking his hand away from the liquid and rushing to the back room. Levi rinsed his hand under cold water to soothe the stinging pain, cursing openly now that he was in private. Hanji poked her head through the door to quickly ask him if he was okay. After reassuring her that he would be back out in a minute, she went to finish the drinks that he had left after scalding his hand. Levi sighed, pushing his way back out to the floor and returned to his register.

He looked up, flushing slightly at the person in front of him.

"What would you like to order?" he managed to get out. She offered a small smile before ordering her usual.

"I'd just like a tall black coffee, please."

"That'll be $3.07," he said, trying to avert his eyes from hers. It was very unlike him to become this flustered over something so small. As he went to pour her drink, Hanji cut in front of him, quickly swiping the cup out of his hands,

"No, Levi, it's okay, I'll get this one. Can't have you getting hurt again!" She said with cheeky grin. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she scribbled what he assumed was her name onto the cup before filling it up with black coffee. She handed the cup back to him, and he walked back to the counter.

"Here's your drink, miss," Levi said as he handed her the cup.

"Thank you, Levi," she said with a small smile and turned to walk away, but not before Levi noticed something besides her name written on the cup. That was his fucking phone number, oh fuck. She was too far away now, there was no way he could get the cup back. He turned around to see Hanji cackling in the corner.

"Aw, Levi! You're blushing!" Hanji managed to wheeze out between laughs.

"What the fuck was that Hanji? I can't believe you would do something like that!"

"Shut up Levi, you'll thank me later." With a grin, Hanji gestured for him to continue working. Levi groaned inwardly, hoping that he wouldn't get an angry call for seeming to be too forward. 'How the hell am I going to explain this to her?' he thought, 'great, I've got four more hours before my shift is over and until I can check my phone.' He glared at Hanji and discreetly flipped her the bird before returning to his register.

The rest of Levi and Hanji's shift passed without much more excitement, besides the not-so-subtle glares Levi would give Hanji. He could feel his stomach anxiously flip-flopping as he got his things out of his locker in the back. He held his phone in his hand nervously, determined to walk to his car before checking for texts. He unlocked the door, and slowly sank down into the driver's seat. Levi lifted his phone to his face, clicking it on, and saw a message from a number not saved into his phone.

"Hi, this is Mikasa. I'm going to be really straight-forward about this. I've been coming to the Starbucks you work at an obnoxious amount of times just to see you. Would you like to have dinner some night? P.s: I hope your hand is okay, I saw you space out and accidentally scald yourself."

Feeling his face redden at the contents of the message, he quickly typed out his reply.

"This is Levi. I would love to take you out to dinner on Thursday. Is 6:30 good for you?"

'Well shit,' Levi thought, 'I guess I'll actually have to thank four-eyes for this.'