"Isn't it wonderful?" Eren says, awed at the decorations, red hearts and pink ribbon galore. A small vase of roses at their table.
Ignorance doesn't change the fact that this boatside dinner they're about to have by candlelight is meant for couples. Zeke suddenly uncomfortable on Eren's behalf.
The waiter treating it as such, proving Zeke's theory further, as he takes their drink orders ("The same as your date? Certainly.") The food already prepaid and predecided with the special ticket. Heart shaped steaks, buttery steamed veggies, a side of creamy cheesy macaroni, grilled shrimp. Oysters beforehand as the appetizer. Another cake at the end for dessert. Black and white marble chocolate, a single cherry on top.
"Zeke you don't mind do you?" for a moment Zeke thinks Eren isn't as oblivious as he's seemed, this whole day, most days. Until the beers come out. Ah... so that's what he meant. Eren is underhanded too.
"It is your birthday," Zeke makes the excuse for the nth time today, not regretting it as Eren beams at him. Happy to have his own glass and not have to steal sips from Zeke's as he usually does at home or other times they have a rare meal out together.
"Well, how about it then?"
Eren is asking energetically.
"About what?" Zeke inquires.
"My evening gift. You have another gift for me don't you? It’s the last one isn’t it?"
"Huh, that... you'll have to wait for later tonight."
Eren looks disappointed, finishing his oysters. Perking up again as their main course arrives. The meat tender, as ordered. Eren's dripping red like he likes.
"Are you sure I can't have it now?" Eren is persistent, Zeke almost scandalised by Eren's foot, playfully knocking into his beneath the table. Thinking he can win Zeke over like that. Zeke tempted to give in with Eren batting his eyelashes over at him. Eren only playing around.
Zeke clears his throat, "No. I really rather give it to you in private."
god I wish that (Yelena) were me
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