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There, standing near at one of the customer tables is an immaculately dressed man - easily mistaken for a businessman were it not for the gun holster strapped securely around his chest where two berettas are displayed. Erwin knows from a lifetime ago at least one other gun is on the man's person, as well as a knife strapped onto the outside of the ankle. In his pale hands is a sawed-off shotgun pointed directly at Erwin's chest, and before the short figure is a tea cup which appears to be steeping.
"Coffee, really?" Questions a deep voice, sending skitters of electricity and long-buried longing up Erwin's spine. "You always had such shitty taste."
Erwin squints, and then realises with a sort of manic hysteria that isn't a brand he sells. His assassin has brought his own tea.
"Hello, Levi." The man in question scoffs, his flat affect betraying none of the brutality singing through his veins at the sight of Erwin. "I've missed you."