She woke up earlier than him, making her way to the large kitchen. For years she was working directly under him, as his secretary, since the day he saved her life. Naturally, he tried everything to 'get rid of her', but wherever she appeared, people would chase her away and since he owed her one for saving her life, Erwin decided to make his home hers too. Sigrun was quiet and reserved, and honestly, sometimes it would get lonely when he was on his own. So it was better this way.

„Good morning." – She whispered, with a dose of sadness in her voice.

He nodded, rummaging through the tons of papers. Even now, everything was in perfect order and sometimes, Sigrun enjoyed watching him doing his job. They were like this, especially in the morning. He didn't bother to even look at her and she was fine with that.

„You don't need that mask, you know."

His serious, stern voice echoed through the room. It was just bad habit of hers, to put it on every time she wakes up and it was difficult to give him some reasonable explanation. Although they never had anything, he was the only person with whom she could get comfortable, with or without mask.

„ I don't know... Sudden visitors?"

„Sigrun... You are sulking for too long. It's time to put that thing off. You don't need that."

„But everyone thinks I'm ugly. It's not fair." – She sat on the floor, with her head between her knees.

„If you never show them, they'll never get a chance to accept it. Stop acting like a child and accept your flaws. It's a part of you, Sigrun."

Somehow, she felt a little better now. Who knows, maybe someday she'll be able to smile, together with everyone else. Maybe that scar will really become something very important to her, maybe one day she'll be proud. Who knows...

„Sigrun! Someone is looking for you." – She heard a loud voices so she glanced through the window, only to see Ymir waiting with someone. Could it be... Him?

Swiftly she nodded, giving her sign that she'll come as soon as she get ready. All this time, Erwin was still looking for that paper, without questioning her. They lived together, but in the same time, separated. She had her life and he had his.

„See you tonight, I guess." – She murmured.

„Sounds good to me." – He replied busily, glancing at her, but she was already gone.

All the images from the last night came rushing to her head and she had to stop and collect herself. What will she say to him, after she left so quickly, without words? Is he mad now?

She spotted them together and imidietally recognized Ymir and... What was his name? Hell, she didn't ask for it and now she wasn't sure if it is the right time to do that.

„Good morning." – She whispered shyly, looking at the ground all the time. Today, she decided not to wear mask but now she wasn't sure if it was the right decision to do that. If she doesn't want for Ymir to see her without it, how it will be when she found herself in the middle of the crowded bar?

„Hello, I'm Jean. Nice to meet you."

It was his little game, and she knew it. He was waiting for her to raise head so that his eyes could meet hers. Sigrun was still looking down, not being able to look him in the eyes.

„Hmmm... How should I say that, I wonder... I don't know who raised you, but show some manners, okay? First of all, look me in the eyes when you're talking to me." – Jean said nervously, looking at her all the time.

Ymir punched him lightly, signaling him that he's gone too far. He should already know that she didn't have parents, but Jean tried not to make her feel miserable. Instead of that, he was treating her like he would treat anybody else.

„Ymir... Don't. He is right. I'm Sigrun. The pleasure is mine." – With those words, she raised head, giving him a good view of her face. It was scarred, burned, and if he was right, she didn't have left eye. If someone else saw it, he would probably be shocked or terrified. But for him, it was like he wanted to look her over and over again. Without that scar, she would be too perfect. Then everyone would have her, but now, it felt like she is already his possesion.

They stared at each other for some time, until she felt a little more comfortable being around him. Jean talked to her, about weather, flowers, food, and all sorts of things.

„Sigrun, I have to tell you something interesting about sun."

„Go on."

„Do you know how many Earths could fit inside the Sun?"

„First, that's a question. Second, as far as I'm concerned, there is only one Earth. And it's the place we live in."

„Hypothetically."

„Okay... One thousand? Two thousand?"

„One million, Sigrun..."

„You're fucking with me!"

She bursted in laugh, cursing how stupid she is.

„You just read it in the book before you came here, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU!"

He laughed too, feeling better than ever.

„Ok, ok, it's my turn now. Wanna hear a joke?" – She asked, still laughing from previous conversation.

„I guess I do."

„Okay. Why did the sun go to school?"

„Obviously, with temperature over 5500 o sun can't go to school."

„Hypotethically, Jean..."

„I give up."

„To get brighter! God, just ruined my perfect joke."

„It wasn't funny to begin with..."

Ymir walked behind them, wondering if they've met before. Out of the sudden, they were so close, talking about some random things and laughing insanely at something that wasn't even funny. But it was good, maybe this way Sigrun will make more and more friends.

„I guess we're here..." – Her voice was quiet and shaky and he noticed it, giving her shoulder a little squeeze. His touch was so comfortable but never, in a thousand years, that she would admit it.

„I guess we are. Don't worry, about your face. It's awesome you survived that."

„Thank you, Jean."

„No problem."

With that said, they went upstairs, wondering what the rest of the day will bring.