Alright chapter two is a go! I'm going to be taking in suggestions for the book, I already have a rough plot line for this but I would love to hear some ideas! Also if anyone sees a typo or a phrase that's worded incorrectly please say something, I'll fix it right away!


Eren got himself busy with looking at as many paintings and sculptures as possible, always searching for the name he was instructed to know; Levi Ackerman. The name seemed to fit every piece of artwork Eren found by Levi, each painted with dull greys, dark blacks, and blistering whites, no trace of colour or life anywhere. Dark and gloomy wasn't a good trait to be linking to someone Eren had never met, for all he knew Levi was bright and bubbly and his artwork portrayed another part of him entirely, but the colours had to of meant something that Eren couldn't read with an untrained eye. The brunette had eventually walked through the entire gallery, too transfixed on every piece to bother talking to the people surrounding him, hoping to find something that would send him spiraling down a road of wonderment but after thoroughly investigating every room and every corner Eren was left feeling amazed, drained, and dissapointed. At that point he was too overwhelmed to bother trying to talk to anyone yet, deciding that going outside was a better option than staying cooped up where he would be forced to talk to someone eventually, the brunette started towards the front entrance before he was stopped.

"Eren! Enjoying yourself?" Andre asked, smiling over at the brunette with a glass of wine in-hand, Eren could only flash a weak smile before he walked over to Andre.

"I guess so...I've been looking at all the art." He said, glancing around the room for a moment before he looked back at Andre, who chuckled and glanced around the room as well, his gaze resting on Eren again.

"All of these works come from talented artists, you should consider yourself lucky to even be standing in this room." Andre said with a smile, raising his glass for a toast with Eren's non-existent glass before he took a sip from the glass.

"Why? It's just art...I mean some of these things I could recreate, and I have no background in art." Eren said with a scoff, Andre chuckled but still shot Eren a look that left the brunette feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

"It's not 'just art', I can't expect you to understand and I'm not going to explain it to you, because one day you'll figure it out yourself when you're listening to your favourite band, reading a good book, looking at an amazing piece of art or maybe even painting your own, at that point you'll come to appreciate everything that artwork is, and I'm saying that as some low-class coffee shop owner, not an artist." Andre said, toasting Eren's invisible glass again before he walked away, leaving Eren to stare after him, more confused than before.

The brunette took a moment to try and understand the conversation between Andre and him but still came up dry, maybe it was because he was too young or had never payed any attention to art in any shape or form. Paintings have always been colours on a canvas, drawings have always been lead on paper, music has always been tunes on the radio, and books have always been words to forget, nothing Eren wanted to bother remembering or decoding to find the true meaning. Regardless, he tried to throw the thoughts he had away for the time being so he could go outside to just breathe, inhaling the cool air as if it would cure his anxiety before he walked over to one of the benches, sitting down for the first time that night.

Laughter broke Eren's quiet moment, glancing up at the group of girls that walked down the sidewalk in their club clothes, they were obnoxiously loud but seemed to be having a good time, Eren smiled as his thoughts flew back to his time in New York with his family, remembering the cold winter days when he would play outside with Armin and Mikasa and then the warm summer afternoons he spent swimming in his pool, each day was filled with laughter that seemed to disappear as he grew older, and then all together once he left.

"-Right and I need two of those by Monday." Eren turned his head back to the entrance of the gallery, blinking a few times when he saw a smaller man on the phone. He was dressed in a suit that screamed money, and had a faint accent that seemed to pair the money factor as well - most likely Western European that was smothered with a fake American accent to try and cover it up, but anyone could pick the accent out.

"Alright, you know where to find me." The man muttered into his phone as he stepped down the stairs to lean against the stone wall, taking out a pack of cigarettes before he hung up, Eren's eyes seemed to automatically follow the mans hands in bewilderment, perhaps it was the inner child that Eren still had, trying to take in the life of a fully grown man so Eren could mimic his actions later on in his adult life, or it was Eren's lack of sensibility. The man let out an aggravated sigh as he pulled the cigarette up to his lips, Eren's staring only increased but the ravenette seemed to let the game go on carelessly as he lit the small tobacco-filled stick, the brunettes eyes seemed to flicker as he eyed the pale ravenette carelessly, watching as he inhaled the fumes from the cigarette he held with his slim fingers before he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his blue-grey eyes catching Eren's emeralds.

"Got a staring problem, kid?" He hissed, head lulling back against the stone wall behind him as his hand dropped to his side, despite being caught by the man, Eren could only think of one thing; this ravenette was absolutely stunning.

"S..sorry!" Eren said with an anxious laugh, his nerves coming back to hit him like a freight train. "I tend to do that...Just stare off into space and I end up staring at people..." Eren said, using his hands as he spoke, each flailing about pointlessly. The action must have amused the ravenette because he had scoffed right before he took another drag from his cigarette.

"What the hell are you wearing? You do realise that you're supposed to be wearing formal wear right?" The pale man hissed, glaring at Eren who finally felt a nerve get struck.

"Yeah, I do realise that, but maybe my formal wear is different compared to yours...and what the hell is that thing around your neck?" Eren asked, returning the bitter tone to the older man, who only seemed to grow amused with Eren's anger.

"A cravat, not too many people wear them anymore, and I highly doubt you've bothered to sit down in history class to notice the attire that men wore in the 17th-century." The ravenette shot back, exhaling another cloud of smoke Eren's way, who kept a straight face as he fought off a coughing fit.

"Last time I checked this isn't the 17th-century." Eren muttered, glancing around as if it would prove his point, lights from signs, stores, and buildings flashed in the streets, cars strolled past and buildings were tall enough to touch the skies, nothing anyone in the 17th-century could've imagined...aside from the ravenettes cravat.

"Bravo, A plus for observation kid, we are defiantly not in the 17th-century, but that doesn't define what I wear." The smaller man muttered, seeming to almost instantly regret his choice of words as Eren turned to him with a smirk.

"Good, for all you know the new formal wear in the 30th-century will be our casual wear, so don't bitch at me." Eren muttered, more proud about the loophole he found than what he should've been.

"Whatever, right now you look like an idiot and I have no idea why you would've ever shown your face in there." The ravenette muttered bitterly, eyeing Eren for a moment before he brought his attention back to his half-finished cigarette.

"Honestly, no one has had a problem with it, besides you that is." Eren pointed out, not knowing why this conversation had been playing out so well, he just met his man, didn't know his name, and was treating him like an old friend who he could screw around with and not get hit.

"I have a problem with it because if I ran the joint I'd never let you inside, but I don't, I simply supply the gallery with some art." He said with a casual shrug, seeming to brush off the action as if it wasn't a big deal.

"So what? You go and move artwork into the gallery?" Eren asked with a scoff, not quite understanding the ravenette, but by the glare that the smaller man gave Eren he knew he was wrong right away.

"No stupid, I painted some of the artwork." He hissed, eyes sharper than daggers, each stabbing Eren repeatedly.

"Oh...I guess I should've figured that out, what ones did you do? I spent awhile in there looking at everything..." He muttered, rubbing his arm anxiously, was it normal to know the faces of artists? Would this man be offended? Was Eren expected to know everything? He forced his worries away, not wanting the ravenette to read him.

"I'm Levi, if you've bothered looking at the names of any of the artists i'm sure you'll be able to figure it out." Levi muttered, inhaling once more from his cigarette before he threw it to the ground, using his shoe to put it out. Eren was left in complete awe, the paintings he had favoured...he was meeting their creator and this man really could reflect on those paintings but in an entirely different way than what Eren had originally interpreted.

"Ah...yeah I've seen your paintings in there...if i'm honest I'd say they were my favourite." Eren said with a weak smile, running a hand though his messy hair.

"Don't be a suck up kid, I don't have anything to offer you." Levi muttered, crossing his arms over his chest with a heavy sigh, Eren frowned as he shook his head quickly, standing up to stride over to the smaller man.

"No, that's not what this is! I'm serious, I liked your work, I'm not trying to get anything from you I'm just telling you the truth." He said with a shrug before he noticed how close he had gotten to the ravenette, he blinked before flashing a weak smile, stepping away from him casually.

"I'm Eren...sorry about the terrible introduction." He said with a small sigh, expecting Levi to turn and leave, but instead he shook his head and leaned back further into the wall.

"Alright, Eren, if that's the case, pleased to meet you." Levi said, although it had seemed forced Eren still found himself smiling down at him.