My first fan fiction! I hope you enjoy it! Its a Modern AU!

Disclaimer: I don't own Attack on Titan.

'Take a deep breath Miku. You can do this!' I thought to myself.

I stood right outside of a café called The Recon Café. It's a little gray café in Trost. The sign was green and yellow and it had a pair of wings that replaced the O in Recon. I looked at my reflection. I fixed my long black hair, straightened my gray long-sleeved stretched out sweater and my black leggings. I checked my brown uggs for dirt. Then I checked my make-up. The black eye liner makes my blue eyes stand out better. I fixed my silver locket too. A cold gust of wind blew and I shivered.

Ugh! So cold! I guess winter is right around the corner. The walls make this place a bit colder than the outside. Man, I'm so nervous too. I hope he's here. I came all the way here to see him. I didn't know that Brass was that far away from Trost. It took me 4 hours on a train to get here.' I thought to myself. I tightened my grip on my brown over-the-shoulder bag and stepped inside.

There were gray tables with the pair of wings engraved on them. I silently took a seat near the window. I looked at my watch. It was 1:00. 'Ugh where is Officer Pixis? He better not gotten himself drunk again and slept in.' I looked at my surroundings and saw a group of teenagers hanging out in the corner. They were yelling and laugh at each other.

"Jean! That's my sandwich! Get your own!" shouted a freckled, black haired boy wearing a red polo shirt.

"What I'm hungry!" replied a horse-looking boy wearing an Iron Maiden T-shirt.

"Guys stop fighting!" shouted the tall black haired boy wearing a V-neck black shirt. Then, a blonde well built boy took the Jean's milkshake.

"Reiner!" yelled Jean. Reiner shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of the milkshake.

"What I'm thirsty. " replied Reiner. Jean was so angry; it looked like he had steam coming out of his ears. Then Jean started shouting at Reiner who just sat there and continued drinking Jean's milkshake. I started the giggle a little at the little argument. Then a blonde shoulder length haired boy came up to my table.

"Hello, my name is Armin! What can I get you?" he said kindly. He was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans with a gray apron with the pair of wings in the front.

"Oh! Um… m-may I have… c-coffee p-please." I said softly and nervously. Armin wrote down my order and gave me a smile.

"I'll be right back with your order."

"T-Thank you." 'Ugh I'm too shy. I can't even say a simple sentence without shy.' I took a deep breath to relax. I started rubbing my locket to calm me down. All of a sudden, I heard some glass break.

I turned my head slightly and see Jean grabbing Reiner's green plaid shirt collar. Jean raised his fist high. A girl with black hair, another girl with blonde hair, and a girl with brown hair tried to hold Jean back.

"Jean calm down!" said the black haired girl.

"Come on Jean!" pleaded the blonde.

"Shut the fuck up!" he shouts.

"Jean!" shouted Armin who was running towards their table. "You're going to scare the customers!"

A bald boy started to laugh loudly, a blonde girl with her hair pulled back just sighed, and a tanned girl with her hair also pulled back just watched the interaction. Then, a woman with orange hair came to my table with my coffee.

"Here's your coffee. Please enjoy. Oh! And sorry about the ruckus!" she said.

"Oh no its okay." I said shyly. She started to stare at me. I didn't know what to do so I stared at her back.

"You have pretty eyes!" she said suddenly. My face went red from embarrassment.

"T-Thank you!" I replied with my voice cracking.

She smiled and left to go to the group of teens.

"What's going on here?!" the woman asked.

"Mrs. Smith!" shouted the teens. I froze on the spot. 'Mrs. Smith!? That means he's remarried! Oh dear! What do I do!?' I started rubbing my locket again out of nervousness. I always rub my locket. It's a habit of mine. Then I locked eyes with a man with steel eyes. He was at the counter just watching me. He's wearing a white apron with some grease stains and had a hair net. My guess is that he's the cook. Eventually, he looked away and watched Mrs. Smith scolding the teens.

"How many times do I have to tell you?! Do not to shout!" Mrs. Smith scolded the teens.

"Aunt Petra please calm down!" pleaded Armin. 'Aunt? I guess I have a cousin then?' I thought.

"Sorry Mrs. Petra!" said the teens.

"What's going on here?" asked a deep voice. I turned my head and saw a big blonde man with blue eyes.

"Mr. Smith…" said the teens sacredly.

"Uncle Erwin!" said a surprised Armin. I gasped. 'Erwin! That's Erwin Smith!? Oh my, that's him. Oh dear! I've been looking for him! My father!' I froze on the spot and pondered on what to do now.