"You should go back to university again, " Mikasa suggests, stirring her cappuccino whilst curling a lock of black hair. "Try for Bachelor of Art in Creative Writing. And then get a part-time job."

"What, no," I groan, and stare out of the foggy window. "I stink at writing. And I love my freedom, as much as yo- Sasha loves food."

Ah crap, gotta be careful, nearly said that she loved Eren. She gives me a little frown, her onyx eyes glinting with slight impatience."You're the only person I know who aced Literature at high school without tutoring. And I remember that you would write such moving stories and ask us to read and cri-"

"I'm not writing for money," I cut off and sigh. "Trust me, I never finished any of my stories. I doubt anything would change."

"Well, considering about your single status, I sent Sasha something. Then I won't have to be such a loner any more once you see it," She cheerfully says to herself, and takes a sip from her coffee. I flinch, not saying a word. This is bad. If Mikasa thought that someone would suit me, I'd probably go to university too. She was the legendary matchmaker and genius in our class, which Christa always idolized after Ymir.

"If you're serious, then I'm going to stay in Jean's house, forever," I state, and stare at her. "Sasha would kill me with fluffy crap if I came back home today! Why did you have to send that to her?! Are you insane!?"

"No," Mikasa tells me. "I'm just helping you."

I groan with exasperation, and tell Mikasa I'm going. The sooner I leave to see that girl, the better. I grudgingly exit the café, stand in front of the elevator doors and punch the down button. Bliss, I thought when the elevator doors slide wide open, revealing no-one in the elevator. I step inside, press the G button, and start spamming the close doors button like there's no tomorrow.

"Sasha!" Connie's muffled voice yells, and he knocks on the door. "Let me in!"

"No!" She teasingly replies and punches me on the arm. "Girl talk time! Go talk to your friends instead!"

I flop on her bed, sighing. "What do you want to show me anyway?"

Sasha slips her silver Inventlet, and connects it to her charger. The Invetlet is short for Inventory Bracelet, and as the name suggests, you can bring any forgotten items from your house to nearly wherever you are.

"Mikasa sent me a whole bunch of things," Sasha says in a hushed voice whilst tapping the Deliver button. "OMG! SHE FOUND YOU SOMEONE. FINALLY!"

"Shut up," I hiss, and reach for the charger. She pouts, and stares at me menacingly. I glare at her back, and let go.

"How's Jason?" She chirps.

I roll my eyes with disbelief as Connie knocks on the door again. "Special delivery."

Gods, that sounds so wrong, I grin as he opens the door, throws the package on Sasha's bed with a cling, and slams the door shut. Sasha ravenously tears the package open, revealing a few metal cylinders. She frowns with uncertainty, and starts shaking one of them.

"How much do you have to pay for that Inventlet?" I ask.

"Around three years for the bracelet, and fourteen minutes each month," She replies, and sighs with defeat. "How do you get these things to work?"

I inspect one of the cylinders closely, and recognise the familiar cluster of holes at the side along with a small hemisphere attached to the top. "Hey, it's a recorder from university!"

I press the play button, shake the cylinder and point the projector to a bare wall.

"Staff room," Mikasa's voice murmurs, and I hear a distinctive 'plop' noise. Argh, why did she disable the camera?!

"Ackerman, what the fuck are you doing here?" A deep voice snaps. I shudder with recognition, but I couldn't place my finger where I heard that voice before.

"I was looking for the USB you promised me," Her breathless voice says. "And I helped Ms Ral make your coffee this time, without sugar and cream, right?"

"Damn right."

"Don't swear in front of a student!" A woman's voice shakily comments. "Honestly, I-"

"Petra, calm down!" Another voice interrupts.

"Here's your USB, Ackerman. However, next time, don't come in here," The voice who swore skeptically says. "But thanks for helping Petra not to fuck up the coffee this time."

"Did she put the recorder in the coffee?!" Sasha exclaims and sniffs the cylinder. "Nope. Can't smell anything. I wonder which guy Mikasa's introducing you to?"

Obviously the one who swears a lot, I muse inwardly. In my opinion, people who cuss have a tendency to speak the truth more often. I tuck a lock of my reddish-purple hair behind my ear, and listen to the recording more attentively. But why would she introduce me to a lecturer? Mikasa rarely matches girls with guys who are way out of their age range...

"Well, how was your class?"

An awkward laugh.

"Shit. Honestly, those shitty brats, except for Ackerman, don't even bother to pay attention since we're near the exams."

"Oh, hey, is this your student's recorder? It's in the sink..." Petra's voice trails off.

"Is it on?"

"Ye-"

Beep beep, the recorder wails, signalling the end of the recording. She put an auto-timer? Typical Mikasa. I pull the wrapping paper, and flip it around, checking for anything else except for recordings and videos. Something more... substantial.

"A photograph...?" I mutter to myself as Sasha grabs another recorder and frantically presses random buttons. I delicately pull the sticky tape off, and scan the writing on the back of the photograph.

I could barely take any photos for you, sorry. Honestly, he's like a psychic or something. Sorry if it's a bit blurry. -Mikasa

I flip the photo earnestly, and what I see is someone who could easily pass for Jason's older brother. The lecturer's hair is the same shade, his eyes are the same colour of the sky I saw today before my dream, the same crisp, cool blue, a defined jawline, and he had a scowl on his face as if someone smashed his Xbox Three. He wore a plain, white cravat, a buttoned up shirt, a light brown leather jacket, formal trousers, and black loafers. He's far more slender than Jason however, so I guess-

"No," Sasha loudly yells into my ear, scaring the bejeezers outta me. "Jason's brother?! Does she want to make my dear Jason the third wheel?!"

"Shut up," I laugh excitedly. Mikasa works wonders. "Hey, what did she write at the bottom?"

Levi Rivalle, my blunt, but fair history lecturer.

I punch Mikasa's number on the communication panel fixed to our refrigerator, and impatiently toil through the unclean dishes from dinner.

Bring bring!

Bring bri-

"Do you like him?" Mikasa's voice sails over the running water, and into my ears, as clear as crystal. I slam the tap shut, dry my hands carelessly, and strut up to the panel, turning on the video option. Her face pops up on the screen, charcoal eyes glimmering with anticipation.

"I might be a hard customer," I frown. "But..."

Her expression changes from 'Come on...' to 'Again?"

"I haven't finished," I grin. "Freakishly, I'm infatuated to bits already and I have his photograph burned into my mind. How come I never seen him before?"

"He said that he came this year from a different time zone, probably from an area in England," She assumes, but gives me a smile. "But I'm glad that you're considering not to be single anymore. After all, everyone's worried that you'll find-"

"Yeah, I know," I echo her smile. "You don't have to be my second mom, y'know."

Mikasa exaggerates a sigh. "Well, I have to go, I've got a few essays to write. See you later!"

"Bye!" I wave, and walk back to the sink. No wonder why she wants me to go back to university again, maybe we'll swap classes again so I can see Levi, like the good old days in school.

Levi. Levi Rivalle.

Dammit, what's wrong with me?

A/N: Huzzah! Chapter two is released! I hope you enjoy it! So far it's the most motivating story I've written so far. :P Heh, hands some OJ for reading the second chapter. Chapter Three will come in a week or so, since the exams are looming ever closer, so stay tuned, and check out my CO-OWNER's song! Thank you!