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Eren shifts, tugging at his collar for a moment before catching himself. He’s still not entirely used to this fancy getup, but it’s only natural when you’re working at a classy restaurant like this one.

He does his best to right his black vest before picking up the glass of water he needs to deliver to the man in the back corner. Eren totally isn’t nervous because the guy is attractive or anything, why would anyone think that? Wait, why is he even thinking it?

Eren scoffs, weaving through the tables with practiced finesse. Even if he isn’t used to these clothes, he’s good at making his way around in what his friends have described as a cat-like fashion, whatever that means.

The dark-haired man looks up as Eren approaches. His fingers tighten around the glass, breath caught in his throat in the most annoying of ways. Not attractive at all, he reminds himself.

Then the guy has the audacity to smile and reach out a hand, his forearm terribly tantalizing and visible with the way he’s rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt.

“Thanks,” he says, eyes still fixed to Eren’s.

Eren’s hips meet the corner of the table harshly, water sloshing out of the glass as he accidentally slams it down. Droplets seep into the cuff of the man’s rolled up sleeve, dot his forearm like he’s just stepped out from the shower and hasn’t dried off properly. No, that’s– what’s he thinking about again?

“Enjoy,” he blurts, darting away from the table while the man’s attention is still directed toward the mess Eren’s left behind. Once he gets back to the kitchen, he asks one of the waitresses to take some napkins to the guy’s table. She looks at him strangely but agrees.

Eren has just composed himself - he’s supposed to be acting like a professional, this is his job, okay - when the girl passes by, voice lowered. “He asked if the good-looking waiter was still taking care of him. I said yes.”

He barely keeps his fingers from tearing off the buttons of his collar this time.

He’d only asked to make sure, but it’s become an increasingly longer and longer time before the good-looking waiter is back to check on him.

Levi gets his food, steak and potatoes, by yet another waiter who assures him that his waiter will be by soon to make sure the food is to his standards. Levi, shifting his eyes to another table that’s getting far too much attention from his waiter, nods and says he really cannot wait that long.

The steak is perfectly rare and the potatoes perfectly seasoned, so there really is nothing to complain about should the opportunity to mention so arise. However long that seems to take.

The waiter, Eren, does come by eventually, and Levi’s eyes follow him intently on his walk all the way up to the table where Eren in his crooked bowtie and furrowed eyebrows have yet to say anything despite staring daggers at Levi and his meal for at least five seconds.

“Is everything alright?” Levi asks, not being able to help a faint smile when Eren seems to finally catch his breath.

“I’m supposed to be asking you that,” he says with a bit of a snap to his voice. He almost looks like he was sent here, probably by the other waiter, against his will. He tries to look anywhere but at Levi, save for Levi’s arms stretched out across the table.

Chuckling a bit, Levi picks up his fork, twirling it tantalizingly into his mashed potatoes. “Then ask me,” he says.

Eren looks just about furious at this point—a furious shade of red, if you had to ask Levi. But Eren is able to compose himself, tear his gaze away from Levi’s muscled forearms. Yet once he does, he still stutters as his gaze reaches Levi’s face again, and manages to blurt out, “You’re looking fine today.”

Not a second goes by until he’s immediately and absolutely mortified at the realization of what he’s just said. That’s not exactly what Levi was expecting to hear, either, and he only raises his eyebrows for a brief moment before putting his fork down to cover his mouth. The music in the background is a lovely piano melody being played live from another part of the restaurant, and that combined with the dull chatter from the other guests isn’t enough to hide Levi’s barely contained laughter.

“I meant–! Your food! Is looking—looks fine…” Eren tries desperately to salvage, frantically now trying to find some way to reconcile the situation. He takes out some more napkins from his apron and forcefully places them on Levi’s table along with the other napkins brought from earlier. “Well good, then…!”

He walks quickly away through the tables without another word, and Levi already knows it’s going to be a while before he’ll be able to get that cute blushing face out of his mind. Honestly, he can’t wait until he gets his check.