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“What did you do to him?”
You glanced up from your phone to meet Jean’s eyes, but instead finding him staring at your boyfriend, Eren across the bustling lunch hall who was staring at you with a lovesick look in his eyes. You didn’t think he was staring at you dopey, completely loved up, but Jean certainly did. You raised your hand to send a little wave his way, to which he happily reciprocated with a shy grin and his rucksack strap sliding off his shoulder.
“What do you mean?” you asked, shifting your attention back to Jean, placing your phone on the table to give him your full attention.
Jean scoffed in disbelief, “old Eren would never offer to queue up to get anybody’s lunch, let alone when they’re serving fries. The line is always long as fuck.”
You looked back at your boyfriend who’s moved a little further in the line now, peering at the selection of fries that was being offered and swinging his phone around in his other hand. His eyebrows were furrowed, staring down the potato snack as if the longer he looked at it an answer would appear. It made you want to giggle knowing how stubborn he is.
To save him from the war going on in his head, you sent a text his way, ‘can you get me the CURLY FRIES PLS not the straight ones they’re rlly dry !!!”
You watched as Eren’s phone illuminated with your message. The boy glanced at his device, scanning it before whipping his head to look at you now with an embarrassed expression which you knew he was trying to cover up with faux annoyance. Rapidly his fingers moved across his screen and before you knew it, your phone vibrated with a new message.
“What’s he saying?” Jean tilted his head to look at your screen, cheeks like a chipmunk of his sandwich he packed from home.
A giggle left your lips as you read the blue bubble, ‘Obviously I knew what fries u wanted how dare u im a good boyfriend :( ‘
You brought your phone closer to your face, elbows on the table to respond to him, “He’s upset I reminded him what fries I wanted.”
Jean rolled his eyes, muttering, “I hate you guys.”
Moments later your six-foot-something boyfriend came dramaticaly stomping over to your table with two paper bowls of curly fries on a blue tray. A pout on his lips with stray hairs decorating his neck from his loose bun.
“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t know what fries you wanted! I remember things about you don’t I!” Eren whined as he plopped down beside you, automatically manspreading beneath the table.
You let out a chortle kissing the pout off his face, “I was just making sure baby, you were frowning up there!”
Eren released a childish huff, “I wasn’t.”
“Anyway, thank you for the fries honey. Open up,” you lifted a curly fry to his mouth to which he happily accepted, biting it out of your fingers and munching away.
“Okay that’s it I’m leaving.” Jean interrupted, shoving his sandwich Tupperware back into his bag and ungracefully rushing off, leaving you and your cute boyfriend to eat your curly fries together.