The school's bell rang, letting everyone know it was time to go home. Armin collected his things and went to his locker, shoving his homework in his backpack. He closed the locker and went out to his car. It was a pretty shitty car to be quite frank; it was just an old thing that his parents lent him so he could get to his job, school and back home. Since it did its job, Armin didn't really care what its condition was.

It was a couple minute's drive from his school to the coffee place he worked at. He only worked part-time, so he didn't work every day. He didn't mind working though, since it was definitely better than sitting at home doing nothing. He pulled into the parking lot, got out of the car and went up to the door, only to bump into Jean Kirschtein, a guy from school, who before colliding with Armin, was messing with his phone, so he obviously didn't see where he was going.

"Oh- Shit, sorry," he'd said quickly, looking up from his phone "you alright?"

Armin smiled reassuringly "Ah, don't worry about it, I'm fine."

Just then, Armin had realized who he was; he'd seen him at school, but he never really paid any attention to him. Jean must have been thinking the same thing for the next thing he said was "Hey, don't we go to the same school?" He asked, tilting his head a bit.

"Yeah, I think I have a few classes with you." Armin replied, nodding.

"Oh, that's cool." Jean said, smiling awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets. They stood there for a few long, unpleasant, moments. "Uh, l-lemme get the door for you." He stuttered, holding the door open for him.

"Oh, um, thank you." Armin thanked him as he walked inside.

Armin walked into the back of the shop, putting on his uniform and his best smile (since that was one of the rules of the plaque on the wall, that nobody really took seriously, with the exception of him), and made his way out to behind the counter. Since the shop he worked at wasn't ever that busy, usually only one barista needed to be at the counter at once; and Armin arrived just in time for the last barista to finish their shift. To Armin's surprise, Jean was the next customer in line.

"I didn't know you worked here." Jean commented, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm here every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday after school. Is this your first time here or something?" Armin asked, looking up at him.

"Ah, this is my first time here , yeah. I decided to come check it out. It looked neat." He responded, while looking at the menu "Um.. Do you serve hot cocoa here? I'm not a very big fan of coffee, actually." He asked.

Armin laughed a bit as he wrote down his order "Yes, we serve hot cocoa. But you did know this was a coffee shop, right? Anyways, is that all?"

"Yeah, that's all I'm gonna have." He said, laughing along with Armin awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Alright then," Armin said "you can just wait off to the side while I work on your order."

He nodded and stepped over to the side. While Armin worked, he couldn't help but feel like Jean was staring at him; which was kind of uncomfortable. By the time he finished making the hot cocoa, Jean was looking at some of the titles of the books on the shelves. "Jean, your order is ready." Armin announced, while punching in the cost of his drink, and then printing out the receipt.

Jean paid for his drink and thanked Armin, and went to go sit down at an empty table. He couldn't help but sneak a few peeks over at the blond every once in a while. Jean had quite a big crush on him; that's been going on for a while now. He was pretending to not really know him out front when they bumped into each other, so Armin didn't think he was weird. He didn't know if it actually worked or not; but he hoped it did.

As soon as he finished his drink, he noticed Armin looked kind of bored just standing there, since not many customers were coming in; so he thought he could maybe strike up a conversation with him. As he walked over to him, Armin looked up and asked "Do you need anything?"

"Ahah, no, you just looked bored so I thought I could help with that maybe." Jean said, smiling a bit, and trying to act naturally.

"Oh, I see. You don't have to-"

Jean cut him off "Nononono I insist! I don't really have anything to do at home, Anyways, so I'd much rather prefer this."

"O-okay then." Armin said quietly as he raised an eyebrow.

God, he was so cute. "So anyways, I heard you're living on your own for a while? Like, I'm not stalking you, don't worry, but some people were talking about it at school." Shit, shit shit shit that's too creepy sounding.

Armin didn't seem to notice however, as his blue eyes lit up with excitement "Yeah! My parents are traveling around the world, and they keep sending me postcards back! It's really exciting!" He kept going on and on about how amazing the rest of the world is and how he wants to travel around it himself one day. Jean couldn't help but start smiling and agreeing with most of what he was saying.

They'd found themselves staying there for quite a while chatting about a variety of things, such as hobbies, favorites, and numerous other things that you talk about while getting to know someone. The occasional customer came by though, and so Jean would politely step out of the way and wait. This went on for a couple hours, until eventually Armin checked his phone and said "Oh, my shift is almost over."

"Oh, really? Time sure went by pretty quickly, I guess."

"Hah, yeah." Armin agreed.

Just then, the next shift worker came in, so Armin told Jean he'd be right back, and went to go change out of his uniform. Jean sighed happily; that was one of the most fun times he's had in a while. Armin came back out a minute or two later and the two left the shop.

"Hey," Jean stopped Armin outside the front door "wanna exchange numbers?"

The blond blinked before nodding and saying "Sure."As he smiled and took out his phone, handing it to the taller boy so he could punch his number in, as he did the same with his.

"Okay, so.. See you at school tomorrow?" Jean asked, looking up from his phone at Armin.

"Yup! See you!" He confirmed as he got into his car, waved at Jean, and drove away.

Jean waved back and went over to his own car (which wasn't any less shitty than Armin's by the way) and slumped down in the seat, smiling to himself. Armin was just as pleasant to be around as he thought he'd be. He was excited to get to school tomorrow so he could talk to him again. But for now, he started up his car and drove home, pretty sure that nothing could make him happier at the moment.

Okay! So this is one of the first fanfictions I've ever attempted to write, and the first thing I've published on . I'm an amateur at writing, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! I apologize if I've made Jean and Armin too OOC!

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I realize that TAB is not working for me for some reason, and I apologize for that! I am aware that indentations go before each paragraph! Thank you! ;o;/