It was a slow night at the local cafe you worked at. It was about 8:30 p.m., half an hour before your shift finally ended.

You scrolled on your phone mindlessly until you noticed a group of guys and girls around your age came in and you immediately placed your phone down.

Most of the group sat down at a booth, however one of them approached you, you felt like he was familiar but couldn’t exactly tell why. You noticed his sweatshirt, so he went to same university as you. Huh. Maybe you saw him in a lecture hall once?

“What can I get you guys?” You asked with a plastered smile.

“Just a bunch of hot cocoa,” The man ordered, looking up at the menus above. He glanced around the empty cafe. “Sure seems busy.”

You nodded, not wanting to create small talk. “Can I have a name for the order?” You cringed at the question but it was protocol.

“Oh right—my bad. Just put down Eren.”

That’s when it clicked. The man standing in front of you was Eren Jaeger. Your childhood best friend and the first boy to ever reject you. The same one you lost touch with basically a decade ago. And he didn’t even recognize you.