Elizabeth
He sat casually on my couch, flipping his keys on his finger while staring at the ceiling. Noticing my presence, he turned to look at me and then got up.
I followed him silently out of the house and to his car. It was another Mustang, but this one was dark blue.
Maybe he had a thing for Mustangs.
He didn't open the door for me. I swallowed the tantrum that was about to escape my lips. I was a feminist; I should get my doors.
It did hurt my ego though.
He asked me to pick a place I wanted to go, and then I said a restaurant, but he refused. I don't know why he did, but I then chose a fair.
He took me to the fair, a fair bustling with people. I loosened up a bit, even though I had a seventy-two-inch tall man with muscles towering behind me as we made our way through the crowd.
In a few minutes, I was already feeling excited. I tried a few games, swiped Eren's credit card a number of times, and bought a few candies for myself. It was nice and fun.
I lost most of the games, and
