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Breakfast At Tiffany's

Chapter 2

Awkward.

Everything was just…

Awkward.

Anya road in silence, not really knowing what to say right off the back. She shifted in the passenger seat as she dug deep into her purse, fishing for her cell phone. Where the hell were all her friends when she needed them? They were masters at starting conversations, and they always seemed to know what to talk about to peak Erwin's interest, and right now she was desperate for any form of help. Erwin was one of those people who road in a silent car, just for the hell of it. And that alone was driving Anya up and down the wall.

Dying seemed like a really good choice at the moment, save herself from any further humiliation before the night was over.

Sushi Choo Choo was a vintage style sushi bar, with light retro music playing inside as they parked and got out. The air around the eating establishment smelt of raw fish and other sea foods and it made Anya's gut shift, and not in a good way. She didn't have much of an appetite anymore, not since Erwin so kindly forced her along with him for this so called celebration. That, and she wasn't a big sushi eater anyway which she had tried to tell him along the way but Erwin would hear none of it.

Stubborn bastard…

The two settled at a table by a window, Anya having nothing but a simple dinner salad while Erwin settled on sushi with names she'd never heard of before- everything being placed on his tab.

"So are you glad to be done with your draft?" Erwin asked. A stupid question when he already knew the answer damn well.

"I am, my mind is beyond shot. I am going to sleep in for the next couple of weeks just for the hell of it." She answered him nonetheless.

Erwin nodded in agreement as he took a long sip of his beer.

She supposed things could be just as stressful on his end as well. He did have to make sure everyone did as they were supposed to and edit all the work before sending it to be published.

"So, what's in store for you next?" Erwin asked, making light conversation.

"What do you mean?"

"The esteemed relationship advice giver, giving requested advice, yet she has no significant other. Seems a bit odd, wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh… that… well, I enjoy being single and not tied down. Men are just too much of a hassle, and little bitches that can't take real pain and rejection. They try their hardest to get a girl.. and in the end all we do is get hurt. Therefore I keep men away from me on that level, I'm just fine with Kevin." Anya replied.

"Well maybe there's a man out there who will work hard to get you, and will work even harder to keep you if you just gave him a chance." Suggested Erwin, the rim of his beer bottle against his bottom lip.

There was something odd brewing among the blue in his eyes, something she didn't quite want to understand.

"I can do without, believe me." Anya replied.

There was no way she wanted to relive the hell she fought so desperately to escape. Nothing and no one would ever make her feel that weak, that vulnerable again.

The rest of the evening carried on like such, Erwin making small talk and Anya having no choice but to talk back to him in fear of things getting even more awkward. This was the most that she'd ever spoken to the man. And besides his rather interesting lifestyle, he wasn't all that bad. In fact he was very intelligent. He knew what subjects to stay away from, and he was very well versed in reading people. He realized small things about Anya without her telling him over the years just by paying close attention.

But that was all she was going to give him credit for since she still had no idea why they were having dinner alone and not with everyone else.

Anya woke the next day settled back in the normality that was her life and Kevin resting on her stomach. She reached for her phone to see what time it was, groaning when she saw that it was well on into the afternoon and she had multiple unanswered phone calls. Most of them from Eren (and most likely Armin and Mikasa too), Blaine, and her dad, but she also had a couple from Erwin. He never called her unless it was something work related he was telling her at the last minute or had forgotten to tell her at the office. So she couldn't imagine what he would want at eight-something in the morning.

With a sigh she fell back into the pillows. After laying in bed for a little while longer, she eventually got up to shower. Afterwards, throwing on clothes she wouldn't be caught dead in outside her house, letting her hair hang damp down her back. This was her life now. Avoiding getting too close to anyone, living day by day just to get by.

This was her normal.

She prepared herself a simple breakfast, eating alone with nothing but the soft chatter from the downstairs television and her own thoughts as company, and going through the voice messages that had been left from that morning. As she predicted, Eren and the others had made plans for that evening that she had been invited to. Her brother and dad were just calling to see if she was alright considering it had been a few days since her last phone call.

And then there was Erwin, suggesting that they had dinner again soon.

No sir.

Anya was going to decline.

Her brows furrowed at the thought, her fork resting against the plate of untouched food. Why now? Why the interest in her all of a sudden? Didn't he know she loved being alone?

Of course he did.

Didn't he know she preferred to keep her distance?

Of course he did.

Then why? Why was he suddenly becoming so…

So…

So…

Nice?