(AU!Eren x Agent!Reader) Decode (Chapter 2)

Decode (Chapter Two)
AU!Eren x Agent!Reader

Just as ___(name)___ finished her shake, she raised a hand, indicating the bartender to give her a check. While signing the receipt and placing the bill atop the counter, she slipped her sunglasses back on.

"You've been silent for a while, Eren. Must've been shocking."

"It definitely was. Can I even trust you?"

"From your perspective, I'd say no, don't trust me, but since I am, well, me, I'd say trust me or else."

"That's scary."

She laughed while dropping a few extra bills for a tip. She scratched her head while Eren sat uncomfortably, burying his head into his crossed arms on the counter. It was nice and cool, and Eren was wondering if it were a dream.

"I tell you, when my cousin, Levi, told me to join this secret research thing, I thought it was a joke. I graduated college, and I didn't really have a future planned. Then he started talking about this thing that decodes things that were mysteries and stuff. I was interested in that, and realized that his project was being supported by the government.”

___(name)___ leaned on her one arm propped on the blue counter and looked out into space with a sense of bittersweet nostalgia, while smirking, as though remembering silly thing in the past.

“He said that since I was pretty smart, athletic, and sneaky, I'd be a great info collector slash spy. I prefer the term agent. It was crazy, and I was really shocked. But that was more realistic, compared to what I just told you."

She laughed again but soft enough so that it was just as quiet as the rustle of napkins. ___(name)___ then lightly slapped Eren's cheeks with the back of her hand. He lifted his head to meet the neon lights and electric blue tiles, and it hurt his eyes. Now that he thinks about it, he didn't even know why he was out in his neighborhood diner 11:00 PM on a July night.

Just as he went in the diner and sat down at the counter, two seats away, the now-not-as-mysterious girl was sitting. She was playing some game on her smart phone, but Eren didn't mind it. There was a group of three old men talking over a deck of cards, and a few college students siting here and there, but that was all. He ordered a cup of coffee and as he went to the unisexual restroom, he was pulled to the other bathroom right across it.

"Get up, we're going to Hanji's lab."

Eren groaned, being swept by ___(name)___'s fast pace, like a car speeding through a highway. She was a bold girl, never hesitating, never afraid to show her colors, and unaffected by her surroundings.

Walking out the diner, the chimes on the door rang and she started swinging her keychain on her index finger. Throwing up in the air then catching it, she unlocked her motorcycle. It was a bright red Harley and he tossed Eren a white helmet, while she put a steel grey one on her own.

"So tell me, how old are you?"

"Old enough to graduate college. I'm 22."

"Your astrology sign?"

"Aries. What is this? Are you a fortune teller?"

"So you're optimistic, short-tempered, courageous, moody, generous, and independent." Eren rolled his eyes, and ___(name)___ kept babbling on. "Perfect. Just the qualities we need for a guy who's gonna be running around with us."

She sat on her seat and beckoned Eren to ride behind her. He hesitated, foreseeing the future where he'd have to wrap his hands around the girl's waist. Noticing this, ___(name)___ chuckled, pulling him towards her by the sleeve of his shirt―just as she did back in the diner.

"Are you a virgin?"

"I've had a few girlfriends."

"Doesn't answer my question," she said leaning in and smirking. After a few moments of silence, and after Eren's cheeks heated up enough to make a warm toast (ching!), ___(name)___ grinned wider.

"Aw, you little cherry boy*! Hop on, it's gonna be fine."

(* = Look in description for details about this term.)

She slurred out the last word 'fine' making it sound more like "fiiiiiine-uh". Eren then climbed behind the Harley and wrapped his two hands around her hips. ___(name)___ adjusted his position on her stomach, and made the boy cross his hands to make them grab the opposite hand's wrist.

“Hold on tight.”

And so they sped through the city of New York, artificial lights becoming streaks rather than spots of light. The wind crashed onto them from the front with force, and the loose strands of ___(name)___'s hair flew back. As Eren looked left and right, he got lost in all the bright lights, and the girl weaved her way through the cars. Indeed, this was the city that never sleeps. People were out partying, drunk or not, laughing or crying, there was a whole lot of emotion and atmosphere. Just as they were passing by Canal Street, ___(name)___ whipped her head back slightly to meet eyes with Eren. Fighting over her own motorcycle engine's loud roar, she yelled,

“Hanji's lab is in Brooklyn, so we're gonna go over the bridge. It's gorgeous, so keep your eyes open.”

And it really was beautiful. Eren almost rose from his seat, only to find himself a little wary of letting go of the unexpectedly comfortable and reassuring position he was in. The girl pat her shoulder, suggesting Eren to put his hands there, and at the same time yelled, “If you see any police cars or bikes, get down immediately.” Eren slowly let go of each arm and firmly placed his feet on the engines on both sides of the bike and rose. It was amazing. The large bridge and it's shining lights reflected in Eren's beautiful teal eyes. The view of Manhattan could be seen behind him, and he looked back, as though looking back in time to a few minutes before in the diner. It was then interrupted by ___(name)___ screaming,

“Get down! Get down, asshole! GET. DOWN.”

Sirens began to wail and Eren bent down and smirked. ___(name)___ let out a sigh of frustration and amusement as the speed meter on her bike rose as they outran the cops. It was hilarious, and the two just laughed out loud.