Levi Ackerman

Tip toeing down the hall, you quietly open the office door, peeping in as you see Levi talking on the phone—something about shipment and delay, you knew not to ask any questions—his focus was so absorbed in the conversation, he didn’t notice your presence yet.

Walking in and gently closing the door, you approach closer to his desk. His gaze finally meet yours, his eyebrows furrowing as he wonders what the hell do you want—what was so important you had to enter his office without his permission?

At first, he wonders if something was wrong; but seeing the small, seemingly innocent smile on your face, he deduced that wasn’t the case. As you stood next to him, he raised an eyebrow, looking up at you. You didn’t say anything, which slightly began to irritated him.

Muting the call, he finally gives in, “What do you need, brat?” he questions, already growing impatient.

In response, you held your hand out, still not answering his question. Scoffing, he narrows his eyes. “What am I? A mind reader?” he asks—his glare as a warning, letting you know you’re on thin ice.

After giving it some more thought, he lets out an irritated sigh, fetching his black diamond credit card out of his wallet. He quickly pushes his card into your hand, quick to dismiss you.

“Here. Now don’t interrupt me again or there will be consequences.”