Mikasa:“She dyed her hair pink,” came a dazed yet mesmerized tone.

Armin:“You’re staring at her again.”

Mikasa jumped on her seat at Armins’s nonchalant observation. She whipped her head to her best friend, his attention directed on his laptop.

Eren: “And by the way, Armin, give Mikasa some solid advice that she will finally follow because she’s making googly eyes at Miss Pretty two tables from us a couple of minutes before you arrived. You know, the love of her life?”