It was snowing outside the restaurant in paradis. It was quiet and a peaceful day to be honest, the survey corps’ new invention is doing a great job killing the pure titans approaching the walls.

And to celebrate, the members hang out in the restaurant. Eating delicious meals with meat instead of the everyday taste of bread or soup. The members ate at their own tables chosen by themselves as they ate meat or legs with vegetables.

You were the chef, cooking the food with heart and precision. And boy, did your cooking made someone in the survey corps fall head on his boots. His name is Jean Kirstein, a man who’s an expert with the maneuver gear and a horse face. Not literally like a horse but still.

Your cooking? The omelet you served? Blowed his entire mind! It tasted like exactly the omelets his mom used to make when he was a child. And at first bite, he saw the stars align. Connie and Sasha raised their eyebrows as they were wondering what was going through his mind to make him freeze just like that. But in Jean’s point of view, he wanted to know the chef, he wanted to know your name.