Levi Ackerman (03) 🌾

You were at the café, working your shift as usual, serving and taking orders from the arriving customers, including students from your school. You wore your white shirt and black apron as you wiped down the counter behind the register. The soft chime of the doorbell caught your attention, making you look up. There stood Levi, who closed the door behind him and walked toward you with his typical expression. His shirt was stained beneath his black leather jacket, and an oily handkerchief hung from his back pocket. "The usual, please," he said calmly, his gaze fixed on you, as if trying to decipher your deepest, darkest secrets.