Sorry this is so late. I've been in the hospital for 2 weeks.
I'm actually stating to enjoy this. Though that's better for you, I suppose. Sorry if this sucks. I should warn you, I go back very often and change little things to make things later make sense or just put/take a few words, so I just thought you should know that.
"Armin! I need your brain! Like now!" I stormed into the apartment and into Armin's room. He had always been better than me at this, thinking stuff. As I came in he was typing furiously at his laptop on his bed.
"Do you thing it can wait? I'm kinda busy with the Ackerman article." He didn't even look up or stop typing.
I taped my foot impatiently. "Well it has to do with Ackerman." He instantaneously stopped.
"I'm intrigued. Keep talking." Armin always used longer words. As he used his advanced words, he sat up and set his laptop to the side. I huffed and fell face first onto his mattress. "That's not talking."
Even though he couldn't see, I rolled my eyes. "He was there." Armin flicked me in the neck.
"I can't hear you, dumbo." I sat up.
"First, I don't have big ears. But, he was there, at work." Armin's eyes widened comically.
"Okay, let me get this strait. The Levi Ackerman, one of the richest people in the world, was at the hardware store you work at one day after the interview that you hosted?" I nodded. "That's...awesome!"
My head snapped up and I gave him a horrified look. "Come on! This proves the fact that he's into you. Why else would he be there? You have you see it now!"
I sighed and fell back onto the bed. "He said he was on business but whatever. You owe me." He pulled his laptop back to him.
"And why do I owe you?" He become absorbed back into his writing.
I pulled the card from my back pocket. "Because I got you this." I handed him the card.
He took the card and look at it confused. "What's so special about," He turned it over and gasped, literally gasped. "Y-you got L-levi fucking Ackerman's p-personal number!?" 'Whoa Armin like never swears.' He held the card like it was precious.
I rolled my eyes. "No, it's the hobo's down the street. Yes, it his. He's agreed to a photoshoot. You just have to set it up with him." Armin looked at me with wide eyes.
"I set it up?! No nononono. He gave you the number, you call him!" I pouted
"Please? You're used to doing things like this." I tried to offer the phone to him but he refused to take it.
"Think about it. He wouldn't even know who I am!" Armin shook his head furiously, hair whipping back and forth.
I started to think that maybe he was right, like always. "Fine fine." My fingers were only slightly shaking as I typed the number in.
He answered on the second ring. "Eren Jeager." his voice sounded deeper over the phone. 'I'm never going to live this down.'
"Um, yes?" 'How does he know it's me?!' I ran out of Armin's room to escape his lingering looks and silent fangirling.
"I'm assuming you're calling to arrange a photo shoot? You don't look the type to call just to say no."
I scratched the back of my head even if he couldn't see. "Y-yeah, I finally got a photographer." That was lie. Oh well, I could just get Jean to do it. He's my good friend and a photographer but he has a massive crush on me. It can get annoying but sometimes it can be useful.
"Good. How about tomorrow around 10 am at the Garrison Hotel?" I could hear the smirk through the phone.
"Um, yeah sounds good."
"Sorry to cut this short but I'm neck deep in work." Not like it would be hard, with your height. "I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Jeager."
"O-of course. Goodbye Mr. Ackerman." I hung up before he could reply and slunk back into Armin's room.
"So?! Did you do it? I NEED to know!" Armin was practically hanging off his bed.
I threw the phone on the bed. "Yeah, it's done, but can you finish the formal stuff, oh, and call Jean to get him to do the shoot."
Armin grabbed his laptop. "Sure, but how do I get Jean to do it?" I leaned on the doorjamb.
"Just tell him it's for me. Garrison Hotel tomorrow, 10 am, got that?"
Armin waved me off. "Yeah yeah, I get it done in an hour." he was already not paying me much attention after he got the information he needed. I just left to get as much as I could.
Again, sorry for the lateness. I'll be better, I promise.