Just another ride home

"So, Eren, being that this place is practically empty, tell me about yourself."

The bartender looked surprised at first, and pointed a finger at himself.

"... Yes you, dumbass, Eren is your name isn't it?"

"How did you know that?" He looked me in the eyes.

"Name tag."

Eren at this moment looked like he wanted to facepalm. "Right I knew that."

"Well? Tell me about yourself, seeing as to neither of us has anything better to do."

"Uh well... where do I start.." Eren paused, "I guess my name.. I'm Eren Jaeger, I am nineteen."

Sheez, nineteen?! I'm really cutting it close here.

"I have an adopted sister named Mikasa, and both of my parents are dead." He finished.

"Well we have something in common there. My mom died when I was seven and I never knew my father."

"Oh wow, who raised you?" He asked, almost sounding worried.

"My uncle, he left when I was 16 though."

"So he left recently?"

At this I burst out laughing. "How old do you think I am?"

"Well you're old enough to be drinking so I'm assuming 21." he paused and then looked worried, "Ah shit I never asked for your license. I'm sorry, I'm new to this job."

For a second my cheeks flushed, this was my first time drinking in public. Petra usually buys the alcohol at the house so I forgot about needing a license. "Uh.. it's ok give me a second." I set my drink down and fumbled through my wallet.

Before sliding the card to him on the counter I whispered, "Don't freak out when you read my name."

He looked confused as he picked up the card and his eyes went wide. "Lev-"

"NO SHHHH." I said looking at him urgently. A couple people looked over at the sudden commotion, but looked away just as fast.

"Wow I didn't see that coming." he said as his eyes scanned over my card. "You're probably just a super fan and changed your name."

Yeah, let's go with that option. "Aw shucks, caught me."

"Yeah, figures, thirty-eight is too young to be the billionaire of a self-made company. Then again you are a lot older than you look." He said with a poorly put together all-knowing smirk.

That means he wouldn't believe me if I told him I started being a billionaire at 26. Eren slid the card back to me and I put it in my wallet. With that I chugged the rest of my Pink Moscato and bid him adieu.

"How much?" I asked, flipping through the bills in my wallet.

"Twenty-six."

Setting twenty-six dollars on the counter, including a fifteen dollar tip, I walked out.

...

The moment I stepped outside I was met with rain, pouring heavily on my head. I took for shelter and waited for the limo service Petra should've hired.

15 minutes, nothing.

30 minutes.

1 hour.

2 hours.

3 hours.

Absolutely nothing, the rain hadn't calmed down either. Looking at my watch I saw the time, 12:00 AM. Midnight.

"Levi?" A familiar voice sounded. I turned my head to see Eren.

"Eren? Shift over?" I asked, cold and wet. (Not that kind of wet ya nasties)

"Yeah... looks like your ride never showed up. How long have you been waiting?" He asked, worried.

"Three hours, and forty-seven minutes." I responded, "I've been counting the seconds."

"You want a ride back to your apartment?" Eren asked, tilting his head.

I looked at his beautiful teal eyes, so mesmerizing. "Sure."

...

Following Eren to a silver Toyota Venza, I noticed how much taller he was than me. He had his messy warm brown hair in a manbun. The back of his shirt said ACDC on it.

"Eren your shirt is on backwards." I hummed in amusement.

"Ah shit-" He said, taking off his shirt, in the rain mind you, and fixing it.

With that, he unlocked the car and got in on the drivers side while I got in on the passengers side. He started the car and had me put in my address for GPS directions there.

"Isn't that apartment building like really expensive to live in?" Eren commented on my address.

"Oh, is it? I never noticed." Another thing gone wrong because Petra pays the bills for me.

After a long silence Eren looked at me and asked, "So... do you have a girlfriend."

He caught me by surprise for a moment, but I quickly responded. "No." I said blatantly, "Do you?" I queried.

"Yeah, her name is Historia. Though we kind of aren't speaking right now. I caught her cheating on me with this girl named Ymir."

"Damn. Must suck, getting cheated on."

"Yeah it does. Have you ever been cheated on?" Eren asked, looking at me for a split second before shifting his eyes back to the road.

"No."

"Lucky."

"I've never dated anybody my whole life."

And with that, he slammed the brakes.