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Chapter One: Beautiful Eyes
The frigid winter air nips at Mikasa's skin, but she can't really find herself to care. If anything, the cool air feels nice. The last bar they had been in was far too small for her tastes and definitely too crowded. The drinks had been cheap though, so they stuck it out.
The world is a little bit blurred but across the street she sees a sign lighting up the street: Trost Coffee Spot.
"Sash!" she says loudly, stopping dead in her tracks and extending her left arm to stop the other girl from walking past her.
"Ahh! What-" the other girl runs directly into her arm, almost falling over but grabbing Mikasa's shoulder to steady herself. "What?" she says again.
Mikasa points across the street. "Coffee."
Sasha looks at the small coffee shop, to Mikasa, and back to the coffee shop. This continues for a minute while she tried to process what Mikasa wants. And than, "OH! You wanna g-get coffee?"
"Yes!" Mikasa says, a little to loudly. A man walking past them scowls. "Come on!" Mikasa grabs Sasha's hand and pulls her across the street, and they both stumble over the curb.
When warmth floods over Mikasa as she enters the shop, she finally realizes how cold she had been. It felt nice.
The shop is definitely older and in need of a makeover, with its vibrant yellows making Mikasa's eyes hurt a little bit. She and Sasha make their way to the counter and Mikasa suddenly realizes how drunk she is. She can't be drunk in a coffee shop, can she?
Although if it's open this late, they must see plenty of drunk college students.
Sasha stops at the counter, her eyes squinting as she scans the menu. "Mm, hot chocolate with whipped cream? Sign me the fuck up."
The door behind the counter opens and a boy with a man bun steps out. Hello, Mikasa thinks, staring at his arms. So much muscle.
He stops at the register, looking both girls up and down. Mikasa knows it's definitely not in a flirtatious way and more of a why are these drunk girls in my shop, but she still feels like she could get his number if she tried hard enough. He was really cute. And his eyes were a shocking green. Who had eyes like that?
"Welcome to Trost Coffee Spot," he says, his voice monotone, "What can I get for you tonight?"
"I want a large hot chocolate with all of the whipped cream you have," Sasha states, slamming her fist on the counter. "I will pay however much you want for the whipped cream," she adds to let him know she's serious.
He doesn't look amused at all, or if he is, he doesn't let it show. "And for you?" he asks, eyes landing on Mikasa.
"Uh," Mikasa stares up at the menu, mouth hanging open. "Is the mint mocha latte any good?"
The boy nods, "'S my favorite."
"Oh, well I wanna do that."
"Size?"
"Medium?" Coffee shops never seem to have consistent sizes, but he doesn't question her, and instead punches her order in on the register.
"That'll be $8.52."
Sasha hands him her card and he swipes it. A little ding says it's successful and he points to the screen to have her sign. She doesn't actually sign, instead drawing a little heart and a dick. She giggles to herself and says, "Mikasa, look!"
"Hey, Armin!" Mikasa watches the boy turn to talk to the blonde standing in the kitchen. "Large hot chocolate, quadruple whip, and a medium mint mocha latte."
"On it!" the blonde boy, Armin, calls back. Mikasa hears machines in the back start whirring and watches the brunette as he leans against the counter, messing around on his phone.
A few minutes pass and Armin places both drinks in the window and loudly dings the bell sitting there.
"Arm, I'm literally standing right here," he says, brows furrowed. He grabs both drinks and hands them to the girls. "Straws and tops are over there," he says before turning back to his blonde friend.
"Um," Sasha stares at her cup, disappointment crossing her face, "Is this really all the whipped cream you have?"
"Yes," the brunette answers without skipping a beat.
The rest of the weekend passes slowly, and before Mikasa knows it, Monday morning has rolled around. She can hear the blow dryer from the bathroom and glances at the clock on her bedside table. It's only 9:30. Her first class doesn't start until noon today, but she rolls out of bed, stretching her arms above her head and yawning. Might as well get ready.
She slips back into her usual routine. Getting dressed, knocking on the bathroom door and telling Sasha to hurry up, waiting for Sasha to actually hurry up, take over the bathroom and finish her morning routine, eat breakfast. Sasha makes them omelettes that morning, and Mikasa couldn't be more grateful for her friend's cooking skills.
"What's your first class?" Sasha asks with a mouth full of food. Most people wouldn't be able to understand her, but this was Sasha's natural state and Mikasa was all too used to it.
"Intro to genetics. It's my last gen ed, so I'm not really looking forward to it."
"Ew, that sucks. Kinda surprised you still have a gen ed to take, you're so organized."
Mikasa shrugs. "I knew I had to take it but I've been so caught up with finishing my pre law classes, it slipped through."
Mikasa slips into a seat somewhere towards the middle of classroom, letting her backpack rest against the chair's leg. She pulled out a notebook and a few pens, arranging her desk. College desks had always been a little smaller than she liked, but considering she survived to her final semester, she must've managed somehow.
One of her pens drops to the floor, but when she reaches to pick it up, another hand has already beat her to it. Glancing up to the owner of the hand is shocking green eyes, and Mikasa's mouth opens as the boy hands her the pen. "You're the barista from the coffee shop."
"And you're the drunk girl from the coffee shop," he replies. He seems much less monotone than the other night, a small smirk even playing on his lips. His hair is pulled back into the same style as before, and up close Mikasa can see specks of yellow in his eyes.
"I wasn't that drunk," she says pointedly, setting the pen back on the desk, closer to the notebook this time so it wouldn't fall.
"Nah, you were pretty drunk," he smiles, "Anyways, I'm Er-"
The door to the classroom swings open, and a taller man than Mikasa assumes is the professor tells everyone to be quiet. She sighs, leaning back into her seat. When the professor turns away, the green eyed boy slips her a small piece of paper.
Eren Jaeger.
His number was written below his name.
She sneaks a peek at him and he winks.
The class dragged on, and afterwards the boy - Eren - was out of there too quickly for her to say anything. She lags behind the rest of the class, entering his number into her phone and saving him under Barista Boy.
To: Barista Boy
it's Mikasa Ackerman
To: Barista Boy
but ig you know me as drunk coffee girl so
Hi so this fic is a mistake that happened after I decided to binge listen to Taylor Swift songs last night. I got the idea while listening to 22, hence the name of the fic. All of the chapter titles will be her songs maybe? Idk man. Anyways, I'm gonna try to make this a slow burn but we'll see. Let me know what you think, I live and breathe comments.
