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People were annoying. If Eren had gained anything from standing out here for two hours trying to interview them, it was that.
It was his first time working for Klondike®. If he had known they were so serious about their ice cream, he wouldn’t have accepted the job. Actually, scratch that, he probably would have taken it anyways.
He was 25 years old, and he really needed money. Hopefully if he did well this time, Klondike® would hire him again. They paid their commercial actors a pretty penny. Eren’s eyes had bugged out when he’d been handed the advance payment, with promises of more. (Hint: It was a lot more than the twenty dollars he made being an extra in that Hollywood blockbuster last year).
The cameraman, Marco, adjusted the headphones hanging around his neck. They’d been standing out here, in the sweltering sun of summer, for a long time. And in that time, they’d only gotten two clips they’d deemed usable.
Connie leaned against the building, sighing. “If we don’t get something good today, the highers up are totally going to kick our asses.” Marco nodded in agreement with the sound guy.
“Yeah, everybody here has been in a rush to go to their jobs.”
“At least, that’s what they say,” Eren muttered darkly.
A man passed into their line of sight. Marco straightened up, his eyes widening. “Holy shit in a motherfucking biscuit, he is hot.” Then he blushed, looking hurriedly away from the man. Then he seemed to decide ‘fuck it’, and turned towards Eren. “Eren, you need to go talk to him. Get his number for me or something,” he hissed. He made a shooing motion with his hand. “Come on, we’ll be rolling so we can actually get some good material.”
Connie snickere. “Yeah, like, ‘You’ll totally get laid if you endorse Klondike®!”
Eren rolled his eyes and walked towards the stranger. He made sure Connie had the boom properly positioned and that Marco was filming before he talked. He glued a smile on his face. “Hey! So I have a very serious question for you: What would you do for a Klondike bar?” Hey, he hadn’t written the script. If this job wasn’t so high paying, he never would have allowed such embarrassing words to come out of his mouth.
The man stared at him. “Your mother,” he said bluntly.
Eren gasped, staring at him. “Kirschtein!” he hissed, his eyes narrowing. He hadn’t recognized the asshole with his new haircut. As much as he hated Jean, he had to concede that he looked less like a dweeb now that he had an undercut. Still, it was a shock that Marco of all people, who was practically an angel on Earth, could be attracted to Jean Kirschtein, certified bastard and enemy of the human race.
Jean looked disgusted. “Ugh. Haven’t seen you since graduating. I was hoping for it to stay that way.”
“Yeah, you’re not the only one.” Eren glared at his mortal enemy.
Marco stepped between them, trying to make peace. “Come on, guys. Aren’t we a little too old to be acting so juvenile?”
Jean snorted. “Eren’s the one acting like a kid.”
“Am not!”
Marco sighed. “I’m sorry. What’s your name?” he asked, turning to Jean.
“Jean Kirschtein,” he muttered, cowed.
“Well, Jean,” Jean blushed when Marco said his name, “We’re working. So as much as I would like to get your number, my professionalism prevents me from doing that. Please leave.” He smiled politely at him. “Bye!”
Jean just stared at him, spluttering. “Sorry,” he muttered eventually. He walked away, his head hung low.
Eren grinned at Marco. “You showed him, that bastard!”
Marco, however, was just looking wistfully at Jean’s retreating back. “He’s so freaking cute,” he murmured, a small smile creeping onto his face.
Eren stared at him incredulously. “What?! How can you- what- how can you have a crush on Jean Kirschtein?!”
Marco shrugged. “Whatever. Doesn’t matter. Let’s get back to work, shall we?”
They began asking people. Eren even began flirting to try and get people to talk.
He had smooth-talked his way into getting five people (of both genders) to talk to him within the last hour. Marco shouldered his camera.
“Well, I think we’ve got enough for today. I’ll go back to the studio and have Sasha start editing what we got.”
“Wait,” Eren said, putting up a hand to stop him. “You got to talk to your hot guy. I need to find mine.”
Marco just sighed at his childish antics. Connie sniggered.
Eren tried to point discreetly at the short man with the black hair in an undercut. “Him,” he whispered.
Connie raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t he a little… short? He looks like a grumpy dwarf.”
Eren shrugged. “Whatever. He’s hot. Besides, height differences are cute.”
He started to walk towards the man. The stranger seemed to sense the approach of the actor, and he turned to look at him. Damn. His eyes were so… amazing. They were a perfect shade of grey, one that made Eren want to pick up a paintbrush for the first time in his life just to try and capture it.
“H-hey,” he stuttered. The man raised an eyebrow. “What would you do for a Klondike bar?” He tried to make his voice sound more assured than he was.
“You,” the man answered bluntly. Eren choked, spluttering and coughing. The man pushed a piece of paper into Eren’s hand.
Call me
551-209-9957
-Levi
By the time Eren had recovered, the mysterious man was gone. No, Eren mentally corrected. Levi.
Marco was staring at him. “That was insane,” he finally voiced. “You should call him, Eren. Seriously.”
“To be honest, I didn’t expect that to happen. I mean- I’ve seen him before. Sometimes he comes to the coffee shop my sister works at, so like. I didn’t just see him today. But like- oh my God. That was…”
“Insane,” Connie finished. They all just stood there, shell shocked.
“All right,” Marco said finally. “Let’s pack up.”