Note: Beware. Crappy writing. That said, please enjoy!

Welcome to Titan!

A long sigh escaped from a teenager roaming the streets. People of all nationalities and age, height and weight, either walked or stood on the busy sidewalks. Cars roamed on the streets, several honks in the distance.

Another sigh in the air. It was that moment that Eren Jaeger thought the world was out to get him. He stopped to stare up at the night sky. He breathed out, staring his visible breath in the air. As his hands were shoved inside his coat pockets, many thoughts ran through his head.

Ah…I need to find a job. Mikasa and I can't keep relying on our savings.

His adopted sister, Mikasa Ackerman, lived far away in northern California, as a student of USF. She was reluctant to leave her idiot brother alone, and it took a lot of convincing to pursue her dream major: nursing. He couldn't follow her due to his lousy grades in high school. He, along with some of his friends from high school, attended a college in southern California that was near the beach. Sadly, it was the middle of January for anyone to swim in the freezing ass waters. The admission was cheap, but the classes were a whole lot better than the ones at high school. Plus, he only attended classes for a few hours between Monday and Thursday.

Right now, instead of playing Assassin's Creed on the PS3 back at the dorms, Eren was searching for a job. He used to work as a custodian, but waking up early in the morning every day was too much. It needed to be more reasonable within his limits. Unfortunately, any place that was hiring didn't seemed impressed with his resume.

His hands whipped out and ruffled his hair.

"Goddammit! How the hell am I supposed to find a job in this time and age!?" Realizing he was yelling in the middle of the sidewalk and receiving many stares, a blush decorated his cheeks and he shoved his hands in his pockets and went his way.

Eren kept roaming through the outdoor mall, trying to find any place with a "Help Wanted" sign on the window.

Heaven somehow received his call as teal green eyes saw that sign. His body then flinched when he saw who was hiring.

It was a popular restaurant called Titan–or at least, he assumed it was popular due to how many people were coming and leaving. The restaurant was a big two story building. Feeling intimidated, he wanted to turn around and leave. There was no way he was suited for restaurant work.

But…

It was the new year. Eren wanted to prove that he could be more responsible. Taking a deep breath, the teen grabbed the silver handlebar and opened it.

"Welcome to Titan!" A young woman with light ginger hair and amber eyes beamed at him. He flinched, nodding towards her direction. She wore a button up white long-sleeved shirt and black slacks. There was pin with her name on it.

Petra…Ral?

"Where would you like to sit?" She asked.

"Ah, actually…" Eren turned around and pointed at the "Help Wanted" sign. "I'm here to apply."

Petra's smile grew brighter.

"That's great!" She walked towards a table near the entrance. "Please wait here while I get the application form!"

Eren nodded, sitting down, and watched the server go. He looked around the restaurant. He seemed a lot bigger inside than on the outside. The lighting was dimmed, but not dark enough for anyone to bump into anything.

"Here!" Eren was surprised when a piece of paper slid in his view. Petra gave him a pen and left him alone to fill it out. He struggled to describe himself as…well as an attractive applicant. He heard horse-face's voice ringing in his mind.

"What? You getting another job? You were fired from your last one! Be more realistic."

"Shut it horse-face!"

It took all of his self-control not to break the pen in two. As the teen continued filling the application form out, he didn't notice someone slipping into the seat across the table. He stopped and looked up. An old man with a fancy mustache sat across from him.

"Um…"

"A young man of few words?" Eren frowned.

"Huh?"

"My name is Dot Pixis. I own this restaurant."

Somewhere in Eren's mind, his thought process cracked.

"…what?"

"May I see that application form?" Eren felt his body go on auto-pilot. He handed the application form to the old man. Nervous wracked his body as the manager's eyes scanned through the information. His hands balled tightly in his lap. It felt like forever when the paper wrinkled against the table.

"I see you only had one job young man."

"Yes sir."

"What was the reason you were fired?" Eren flinched. It suddenly became harder to breath.

"Uh…I couldn't make it to work because I kept sleeping in."

"Hm…"

Eren could feel the disappointment settling in.

"What's your school schedule like?"

"I go to class on Monday to Thursday. They're mostly in the morning."

"I see…do you think you'll be able to work during the night shifts?"

"…eh?"

The manager smiled at the surprised teenager. "We recently fired one of our bussers because he couldn't meet the standards. Do you think you can handle it, Eren?"

A big swell of determination filled his entire being. Pixis was impressed to see such passion in the teal green eyes.

"Yes, I'll able to do my best."

"Okay!" The manager stood up, holding the paper. "You can come in next week on Monday at four o'clock. Wear a white shirt and black slacks. We'll train you and see how you do. Have a good evening." Pixis then walked away, as Eren stared at him in disbelief.

Was he just hired?

…

Excitement ripped through his body. A big smile appeared on his face.

"Yes!"

"That's great!" Eren flinched when Petra appeared out of nowhere. He had a slight heart attack and probably would have yelled at her. But he was just too happy on being accepted. She smiled at him, patting his back. "Do your best. Oh right!" The server went to the front desk, grabbed something, and went back to Eren. She handed him a piece of paper.

"This is our menu. Our manager forgot to tell you that you should memorize the items."

"Memorize?"

"Yes," she said. "I think our manager thinks you'll be a great server."

"Oh…"

Reality suddenly crashed at Eren.

The teenager had A.D.D.

…crap.