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Heyo, so no this isn't a new chapter, sorry. So majority of the answers I got for a new story plot were for the drugaddict!Levi and coffeeboy!Eren. this is the first half of a chapter to my new story Addicted that I'll be officially posting in a week or two. I kinda wanted everyone to get a feel for it and maybe give me some ideas to toss around due to the fact it has little plot. Thanks :)
                          
Eren woke with a small gasp. He moved his hands around his torso feeling no bruises, just the thin lines that had scarred him from his own razors edge. He was glad not to be able to feel the ones on his back because they're stories were twisted and dark ones from his own father. They ranged from belt marks to the ones from broken glass. He shouldn't fear those scars, after he had moved away from the violence his father created. 
                          
"God it's been 3 years. I moved so I should be over it." Eren sighed and sat up. He glanced at the clock hanging on his wall. The saw it was 4:30 AM. Slowly he stood up from his bed. Well, what could be a bed.
                          
In reality it was just two mattresses piled in the middle of his room. He didn't have much furniture, unless counting his 6 moving boxes which were bending under the pressure of being used as tables, drawers, and laundry hampers. He didn't have the money to get real furniture and he didn't have the job to get the money and he didn't have the education for a better job. He was lucky to snag a few new jobs since he moved from his small town in Germany to Trost, Arizona. He got to work at Ral's coffee shop on the corner of Maria and Sina from 6 to 11. From 1 to 7 he worked for a small bookshop owned by a rather old lady on Rose Lane. He had a busy schedule, sure, but now he had bills to keep up on and he needed to get a degree in some business.
                          
Sighing again, Eren made his way into his kitchen to make some coffee only to find that he was out. After muttering quite a few curse words under his breathe he trudged back to his room to start getting ready for work in an hour and a half. He began his daily routine of showering, getting dressed, styling his hair that would actually never be tame and finally grabbing a piece of bread and heading out the door. 
                          
Because he didn't have a car he had to walk a mile to get to work so he left at 5:35 to make sure and get there on time. Thankfully no one was out at this moment so they wouldn't see him in a state that looked near a corpse's. He made it to work at 5:53. He slowly pushed open the old door and walked into the small diner, being greeted by the smell of coffee.
                          
It was a retro theme with red and white everything. The counters were white with red stools under them, the booths had a mix of red and white tabletops and white and red booths. It was a nice little diner, perfect place to work as it wouldn't be a very busy place. At least that's what the owner, Petra, had told him.
                          
After maybe 45 seconds of being through the door he was called out.
                          
"Eren! Good morning!" Petra, the red headed owner of the diner, called to him.
                          
"Morning." He tried to not mumble out the words to seem like he was awake.
                          
"Need some coffee? It's on the house because I can tell you need some." She smiled over at him.
                          
"Oh God thank you." I smiled lightly at her. "So what am I doing today?" He walked over and leaned on the counter with his elbows.
                          
"Very basic stuff for you. Just take orders, give them to Oluo, "she gestured to a man in the kitchen who had a strange undercut for his blond hair and a few wrinkles, "and refill coffee and deliver the foods. Occasionally clean counters." She smiled as she handed Eren a mug filled with coffee.
                          
He added some sugar and cream to it then added some ice to cool it. He drank it fairly quickly and set about cleaning the counters afterwards. Just as he put the cloth down he heard the door slam open and closed. Eren flinched at the loud sound and squeezed his eyes shut for a second in natural reflex after his years of abuse. Grisha used to slam doors like that. Eren thought to himself. Not even two seconds later he'd resumed a normal position, and only if one had watched him would they have seen it. 
                          
He saw it was a rather short man walk in. The man wasn't walking very straight and he practically fell into the seat at the counter. It was barely 6:15 in the morning and he already appeared over worked. Eren figured he'd want coffee but went over to ask anyways.
                          
"Hi there, what can I get you?" He chirped with nothing but fake enthusiasm. 
                          
The man stared at him with an emotionless gaze. Eren took in how silver his eyes looked, almost like they weren't a natural colour.
                          
"Coffee. Black." The man tutted out trying not to slur.
                          
 Must be really tired. Eren thought to himself as he grabbed the coffee and a mug. He put it In front of the man and poured it to the near top. 
                          
"There you go." He smiled at the quiet man and went to put the pot back to refill it.
                          
"You new here? Normally Petra works the counter." He mumbled out as he picked up his cup. 
                          
Eren looked bewildered at the way the man held it from the rim with the pads of his fingers, but didn't mention it. Everyone does what they think is normal. He shrugged it off. 
                          
"Uh... yeah I just started today. Petra is in her office I think. Do you want to talk to her?" Eren stood by the counter, not wanting to cause problems by digging into the man's business. 
                          
"No. Just curious." The man shrugged it off. He began to silently drink his coffee again.
                          
Eren took this time to go about wiping more tables and would subtly glance at the man. Something about him intrigued the young brunet but he couldn't quite place it. He realized the man was dressed grungier with ripped black jeans, a black leather jacket that had small silver studs on the shoulder covering his plain white shirt. His hair was neatly parted in the middle and was an undercut, similar to Oluo's the only difference was this man pulled it off a lot better. He kept his head down most of the time so Eren couldn't see his face very well. 
                          
"Hey kid, why do you keep looking over at me?" He heard the man's voice snap just as he'd turned around for what was the 20th time. 
                          
"I'm not." Eren tried to defend himself but didn't look up from the table he was cleaning.
                          
"Mhm sure brat." The man mumbled.
                          
"I'm not a brat." Eren grumbled out and moved to the next table. 
                          
"And I'm not hung-over." The man sipped the last of his coffee. "Oi, get me more coffee."
                          
"At least say please." Eren said sarcastically as he went behind the counter to get more coffee for the man who was now leaning on his elbows.
                          
"Please." The man gave a just as sarcastic reply.
                          
"I was kidding, but whatever sails your ship." Eren sighed and poured him another cup of coffee. 
                          
"It's 'whatever floats your boat'." He corrected Eren. 
                          
"Yeah yeah I know." Eren put the coffee pot on the counter. "Anything else you need?"
                          
The man picked up his coffee but paused before drinking it.
                          
"I need the new brat behind the counter to stop staring at me." 
                          
Eren was about to argue but then a couple of teenagers came in to order. He sighed and went to their table and took their orders. 
                          
"Hey guys, how's it going?" He beamed his classic smile and pulled out a pad of paper.
                          
"Pretty good. Can I get some orange juice and the sausage and egg burrito?" One of the boys asked. 
                          
Eren nodded and took the other boys order, which was the same. He smiled again and took the orders to Oluo. He was going to go back to the man sitting at the counter but saw he was gone. The man had left his tab and a small tip one dollar tip. There also was a small note on a napkin under his mug.
                          
It's rude to stare. By the way, learn to fucking clean. These counters are as clean as a stray dogs shit.