There were times where Eren emitted an air of aloofness about him. Effortlessly cool, and able to charm people around him. Now wasn’t one of those times. He ran his fingers through his hair when you looked down at his top, looking at it himself properly for the first time. A smile started to blossom over his features, slightly slanted when you introduced yourself.
“Momo,” he repeated, testing the name before he was giving a larger nod. His fingers wandered closer to his pocket where his phone was stored for a moment; he would text Armin and tell him not to come at all if this went well. “Not much. I was waiting for a friend, but uh, maybe I should buy some coffee with you?”
- eren













