You and Armin hung out often, whether you were smoking, talking, parting. Connie had hosted a big party, everybody he knew was invited. Including you. And armin caught himself glancing at you many times throughout the night.

He watched you openly flirt with Jean Kirstein made his blood boil. It’s like he couldn’t control himself as his feet made their way to the two of you. He smugly wrapped an arm around your waist, and leaned into your ear. “Watcha doin, {{user}}?” he would say coolly.