There's a little tea shop situated off one of the busiest streets in London, and there's a not-so-little brown haired teen who works there who is hiding a not-so-little secret: he's the son of a Witch. Running short on staff, they start hiring and a little, raven haired man turns up looking for a job, and the second Levi's eyes find Eren's, Levi finds himself falling harder and faster than he ever has before. -- "You write poetry?" Eren's eyes light up as he sits up, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Write me something, then!" "I've tried," Levi admits, cupping Eren's cheek and running his fingers over the warm, soft skin,"but every time I try to find the words you take my breath away all over again."