Levi hides his watching eyes behind his hair, the water in his cup swirling around so he can keep his hands busy. The voices of his comrades are muffled in his ears because his attention is directed on you— his ex lover.

He remembers the day the two of you got married, remembering how his coworkers teased him about the sudden show of romantic affection towards someone— but Levi also remembers the day you divorced him.

Things were rocky and he stopped showing that kind side of himself that had been reversed only for your eyes. He does blame himself— it was obvious it was his fault. He knows that.

So, he’s desperate for another trying— to try and express that he still cares for you— in more than a coworker or friendly way.

“I‘m buying your next drink.” He states calmly, eyes actually staying on you for longer than a second. Levi’s own glasses clinks against the table.