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Eren couldn’t think of another position to sit in, as the other bar guests’ stares were making him feel extremely uncomfortable while they pierced his back.
His date was supposed to be sitting at his table, he should have walked through the entry door an hour ago. But Eren received neither a message nor a phone call. Graham B could go fuck himself if he dared to ghost him.
Mikasa was right, online dating was an excuse for assholes to sexually harass or emotionally hurt others. The victims were those who looked for love, those who were desperate, those who were lonely. Catfishs and fuckboys waiting for humans to swipe right; humans, who hope to be hit by Cupid’s blind love arrows.
What a joke, honestly.
Eren pulled out the phone from his pockets, trying to ignore the headache caused by the absurdly loud music. He liked Michael Jackson, but Smooth Criminal was playing for the 4th time since he sat down. Additionally, this was a bar, not a disco for teens. He had grown out of the age in which one could dance in crop tops.
When he relived his highschool years, the brunet man could not suppress a snort.
It took mere seconds until he had opened Linder - the L stands for Love - and chose to open the private chat.
Graham B: ure so cute, can’t wait 2 c those cheeks blush irl 5:34PM
You: i haven’t blushed in a long time, so i hope you feel blessed 5:38PM
You: you sweet talker 5:38PM
Graham B: gentleman in the streets, daddy in the sheets 6:02PM
You: omfg 6:05PM
Eren was a fool in love. He should have seen all the red flags.
He dared to take a look on his watch.
8:40PM.
It was time to leave, he thought. Waiting for more than one and a half hours, ts.
Graham B was worth neither his time nor his undying affection. It was time to move on.
He was used to it, to be honest.
Eren pushed his phone back into his pants’ pocket, sighed and squirmed to sit up straight.
It wasn’t that he was angry - no, not all, nooo - but he could have done some work at home instead of wasting money on two cokes. He could have studied for college, or watched a movie with his friends, instead of sitting in a bar with an irritating, dark light situation, in the corner where nobody would have interrupted their flirting. But no, he decided to put his trust into another son of a bitch.
Just when he stood up and turned around to grab the jacket he had swung around the back rest, the chair on the other side of the table was shoved back a few inches with a medium loud creak.
Eren gripped his jacket in anger that his date decided to participate in their date 102 minutes late. “What’s your excuse to show up this late?”
There was a pause, as if the man he had awaited didn’t know what he was supposed to say.
So, Eren turned around to stare at the bastard who was not better than any of the previous guys.
But… this man did not look like Graham B at all. His hair was black and silky, not blonde and wavy. An undercut replaced the messy ponytail, and instead of sun-kissed and freckled skin, the man wore a light skin tone, as white and flawless as porcelain. His eyes were iceblue, strong and deep, while also strangely scary and yet tempting. Just like his lips; they appeared also incredibly kissable with snake bites decorating them.
“You look different.” Eren’s voice had expressed his confusion, if not his gaze was enough.
“’M not looking like your Prince Charming, babe?”, the guy asked with an amused undertone painting his deep voice. “Is it the tattoo?” He slurred his question, definitely drunk.
What tattoo? Oh, that tattoo. The dagger on his collarbone.
And suddenly, it clicked. This wasn’t Graham B, this stranger was trying to hit on him.
If it had been any other night, he would have probably ignored the drunk - and short - man, but since his Linder date was cancelled, Eren thought, ‘Might as well.’
Moreover, this stranger had him hypnotized the second his eyes captured his whole appearance.
“Are you deaf?”
“No, sorry. I just waited for my da-... Nevermind. You can sit down, you know?”
“Shit, really ? I can sit down, what a blessing.” The man sat down, their intense eye-contact never breaking. “What’s your name?”
The brunet man planted himself back onto his seat again. “Actually, it’s Eren, not babe , like you called me.”
“Well, you seemed to be searching for someone who would call you his ‘babe’. Since I am a little bit drunk right now, I could not resist. Had to talk to guy with the sad puppy face.”
Eren’s cheeks changed color to a deep crimson and decided to ignore everything he just heard, before he questioned, “What’s your name?”
“Levi”, the man responded and relaxed in his seat. “Red suits you. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Then, he made a pause to shake his head. “Whoever it was that flaked you out is a goddamn idiot.”
He felt like a warning light, because Eren’s cheeks were glowing red.
This Levi-guy continued to stare at him, his eyes weren’t empty, actually quite the opposite. And he was most certainly drunk, the words he spoke revealed it.
It made him feel like this popular painting, worth millions of dollars. Lona Misa? Lonely Misa? Something along those words. He didn’t have a thing for art.
He didn’t know what it was, but Eren felt drawn to Levi.
Maybe he should not give up. What if this raven-haired man was the reason Graham B did not show up?
“He must be an idiot for giving another man the opportunity to charm me, for sure. Because it’s totally working”, the brunet man said with a shy, yet perky smile, and added, “Levi.” The name rolled off his tongue. He could get used to it.
And Levi did notice it, too. “I guess I’m gonna grab us both a coke or two. The evening is young. Plenty of time to convince you to go on a date with me.”
There should not be much convincing needed, Eren thought with a mental grin.