I couldn't even react as I heard the familiar voice behind me. Or more like us. Considering the fact that I have a certain Shorty on top of me. With his lips on mine…and his hands gripping my bicep in a death grip…

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I sat up and quickly pushed Shorty off of me, causing him to roll over comically.

Focusing on our 'visitor' I stood up and met my eyes with hers. In them I could see various emotions running wild. Such as hurt, anger (more towards Shorty than towards me), disappointment, and betrayal.

"Eren…who is this?" She spoke slowly, as if afraid of my response.

Gesturing to Shorty, she turned to glare at him. Who by the way still looked pretty shocked about the situation.

"…" I didn't know what to say. What could I possibly have to say about what she had just seen? I was just as confused as her, If not more.

"Is this why you wanted a transfer?" No, god please don't go there.

"Answer me."

"Of course it isn't." I spoke, tightening the towel around my waist. "This isn't what it looks like."

"Oh?" Please don't start with the tone. Please.

"Then pray tell, just what is this? And who the hell is he?" Her voice was beginning to rise and that is never good. I know that if I don't give her an explanation soon, she would be out of my life. Forever.

"I fell." I quickly turned around to look at Shorty, whom had already stood up and brushed himself off. His face back to the indifferent expression as always.

"Yeah, right."

"Look, chick. It's your choice if you want to believe it or not." Shorty spoke in a firm and intimidating voice. I could tell that even Mikasa was taken aback.

"I am neither his friend nor his hooker, I am his superior." He began walking closer to her, until their faces were mere centimeters apart. "Got that?"

My gaze followed him as he walked down the hallway to the elevator. Watching as he disappeared from sight, before turning to my most likely ex.

"Eren I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cause any conflicts in your job…I just…when I saw you guys, I thought that maybe you really had transferred to cheat on me…"

"It's okay, I understand." I walked over to her; wrapping my arm around her shoulders I guided her inside my apartment.

"Let me put on some clothes and we'll talk, 'kay?"

She nodded as she sat down on the white leather couch in my living room.

Of course by 'talk' I meant, talk about why she was here when she worked back in Miami. God please tell me she didn't transfer. Please.

O.O.O.O

La Cumparsita, eight thirty P.M

"Levi!" The annoying voice of the giddy woman was what greeted the man, as he stepped into the dimly lit restaurant.

"What took you so long?" She said as the dark haired male took a seat next to her in the booth.

"Let's just say." He took his time thinking of a way to explain the situation. "Relationship problems."

"What?" They all shouted loudly as the turned to look at the shorter male.

"You finally got yourself a girl, huh?" Asked Hanji with a huge smile on her face.

"No."

"Huh? Then a guy then? Man I always knew you were gay…"

"No." He slapped her upside the head, taking a sip from the tea he had ordered.

"When I say 'relationship problems.' I don't mean my own." The youngest of the four spoke calmly as he turned back to his comrades.

"So basically, you're 'the other man'?" Asked Erwin as he too, looked confused about the whole situation.

"No." The man in question sighed as he leaned his head on the back of the booth.

"Then?" Erwin and Hanji spoke in unison, considering that Mike only really talked to Erwin.

"When I went to tell Eren to come here, his jealous girlfriend was there." That wasn't exactly the truth, but, it was close enough.

"And, she misunderstood the whole situation."

"So you had to stand there watching angry lovers fight?" Asked Erwin, as he leaned his head on his hands.

"Basically."

"…"

The atmosphere grew awkward after that, and after all of them had eaten, they decided it was best If they retired for the night.

O.O.O.O

I sat down at the dining table with Mikasa as we both sipped from a cup of tea; when I decided to bring up the subject of her arrival.

"Mikasa, why are you here?" When I saw her shift her gaze to the floor I spoke again. "Really."

"…Don't get angry at me…but…" She did it; I didn't even need her to finish the phrase. I already knew what was going on.

"You didn't." I really wanted it to be something else. But having known her for so long, I just knew that she had did what we had spoken about on the phone earlier.

"I'm sorry, I just, I really wanted to be with you and-"

"And nothing Mikasa, you know that you can't work here and be with me at the same time." I spoke with anger in my voice. Did she really not understand at all? I was planning on visiting her at Miami as soon as I had a break. Couldn't she wait? Or did she really have no trust in me? I was really beginning to think it was the latter.

"Don't you trust me at all?" She's always been like this, no matter how small the contact I had with someone who wasn't our friends or her, she jumped to conclusions, always getting jealous at the slightest things.

"That's not it, you know it." Her eyes were beginning to well up with tears. But I just couldn't hold myself back; so long have I been dealing with her jealousy, I just really needed her to know what I was thinking.

"But of course it is! You've always been like this, thinking that I'm going to leave you over the slightest detail! It really makes me fucking wonder if you trust me enough to go to the grocery store without you worrying that maybe I'll flirt with the cashier, regardless of their sex!" All of the pent up emotions I had kept bottled up for three years of a relationship with her were finally coming out. Oh how I wished it were in a different way though.

"Well you're one to talk!" She raised her voice at me, finally standing up, the chair making a screeching noise as it fell down.

"You hardly even spend time with me, always going out with your friends to drink but never thinking of me! Don't you remember that one time you completely forgot the dinner to celebrate our anniversary? I waited for hours with the hope that maybe you had been caught in traffic, but what do I come home to? You, sitting at the desk in our room, just scribbling away at some document of a case they had sent you at last moment, but without bothering to give me a call to say that you weren't going to be there!"

"Well what do you want me to do? That's my job; I can't just neglect it over some stupid dinner!"

I knew I had crossed the line, that fine fine line that existed in everything. I had hurt her feelings, and I didn't need to look at her to know it.

I looked up and saw it. What I never wanted to see, what I was supposed to protect her from. Tears were streaming from her eyes, and onto the floor, causing a light thumping noise to be heard.

"Mikasa…I-"She cut me off before I could apologize.

"No, forget it." Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked at me with a forced smile. "After all…it's stupid, isn't it?"

I had completely, absolutely and royally, fucked up.