"Well, congrats, Petra!" His speech is fast, weaving her quickly through the mass of people, words pouring from his mouth at a rate she can't fathom whenever he's stopped and asked for guidance by others. He wastes no time in getting her to her new destination.
"Ah! Oh, thanks, Moblit." She smiles, giggling inwardly to herself as her mind revisits the the advice the world's most nervous man gave her just minutes prior. "You helped you know."
"What? Oh, really? I wish I could take my own advice sometimes."
Me too, she thinks.
"So, uh… you need to have your agent file and sign those documents for you and get back to us as soon as possible if you decide you want the position. It's a year contract." Another rapid response to someone seeking his guidance behind the scenes.
"Oh, I uh… I don't have an agent."
"Wait—what?" And for the first time today, he stops- turning to face her before they enter the door she assumes to be the one of destination. "You don't have an agent? And you got chosen?"
"Oh… uh…" A break in her copper brow as a warm smile paints her lips. "No, I- I don't have an agent." Wow… did she just royally mess this up for herself? They were doing national auditions after all, she didn't imagine they'd even come to this small city, nor did she imagine that everyone would have agents; the advertisements regarding it all were somewhat awkward and shoddy, abrupt. Maybe the pissy cravat man wrote them?
"Oh. Well, that's not a bad thing per se. You can fill them out yourself. Hange and Levi are good people. They won't screw you over or anything. Plus, knowing you don't have an agent to deal with will help put you on his good side, since it probably took some persuasion on Hange's part to get you this far, huh?"
However, she doesn't get the chance to explain that sexy, pissy shortstack was actually the one to choose her, as Moblit is called rather suddenly and urgently from her side, in a matter regarding Hange—She can read in him, the very moment that woman's name is mentioned, he's set in a panic; his brow breaking over chestnut eyes and face contorting in worried anguish. She smiles softly to herself as he heads off in a tizz; Don't be nervous, Mr. Moblit Berner. Giggling lightly, she lowers her copper gaze to the documents in hand: most of the fields will have to be left blank or filled with 'N/A'. Hm, well, she's here now, she can bother with that later. Plus, there's supposedly three hot guys –her future band mates- awaiting her on the other side of this lukewarm, metal door; there's no time to waste.
A/N: Thank you to everyone that has reviewed thus far; critique or positivity. Your words are appreciated. Also, I apologise for the short length of this chapter. It will be made up for in Chapter 3.