Levi remembers that Eren first came to his grocery store two years ago on a humid August evening, around eight.
"Excuse me, where are the cleaning supplies?"
Levi had flicked his eyes up and jabbed his finger automatically to the left, to aisle three.
Oh? Nice green eyes +1 point
And looking for cleaning products? +5 points
Levi had followed after the messy head of hair, peering around the aisle at him. The boy looks back and forth between a list and a bottle in his hand, appearing very confused. He pulls his phone out of his back pocket
"Um, mom, what's Kabi Killer?"
Levi frowns. How does the kid not know the god of all cleaning products, Kabi Killer, the magical mold destroyer?! -10 points
Levi comes out from his hiding place behind the display of toilet brushes to double tap the boy on the shoulder and goddamnit, he had to reach up for that, to wordlessly point to the bottom shelf.
"Oh! Thank you!" And holy shit the boy had flashed him a smile brighter than the sun and bent down and -- Ah. That ass. +20 points.
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Two years later, Levi knows Eren usually comes on Thursday between six and eight p.m. clutching a shopping list from his mom. He is seventeen and lives with his mom and sister, likes disgustingly sweet coffee with caramel just like Petra. Eren and Petra always chat at the register, and Levi cannot help but listen in on them.
Never mind that Levi's shift on Thursdays ends at five.
(This ended up cuter rather than a creepy stalker like thing (●´艸`)) pickletea naileditanonymously
