May 13

The bell above the door rang, alerting Lance about the new customer in the cafe, looking up, his eyes met with the familiar stranger. His hair was dark and long, styled like a mullet- usually, Lance didn't like the look of mullets on people, thinking they looked old and out dated but on him, it gave Lance a new thought about it, his eyes were almost a shade of purple which stood out on his skin.

Lance had spent the few seconds he had every day at eight thirty every day when he ordered the same drink every day, a medium caramel mocha. He never got his name since the cafe was a fast serve so the customer's names weren't written on the cups.

"The usual?" Lance looked down to the cash register, getting ready to push the normal buttons that he pushed each day.

"Ya." His response was vacant but still better than yesterdays which was a simple nod of his head. Lance didn't judge him about it though, he could have gotten much ruder responses like he had before from previous customers.

Within a minute or so, the drink was done meaning Lance could only now imagine names for the mysterious stranger from the booth he sat at every day. The booth next to the window on the left side of the cafe. It had a view of the street which wasn't all that interesting to Lance, but to the stranger who sat there each morning at eight thirty every day for their morning coffee, it must have seemed like something of interest.

"His name is Keith." Lance jumped at the new voice, almost yelling as he did. The voice was that of Allura, his adopted sister, and boss, that was likely the main reason why he got the job here.

"Don't do that!" He held a hand to his chest, glaring at her with a clearly visible blush on his cheeks, "You know him?"

"He's a friend, his name is Keith Kogane. He doesn't talk much but when he does he's actually really fun." Lance nodded, his gaze still on the stranger he could now identify as Keith.

"Go talk to him." She pushed him forward a bit.

"Nope, no no no. That is not happening." The loud yelling caught the attention of Keith, making him look over to the cafe bar seeing a smiling Allura and the furiously red blushing Lance. "I am not going just going to go over to him and start talking, I can't do that."

"Oh just go over, he's not going to bite. What could go wrong?" Her accent was helping her make it sound more optimistic, completely opposing Lance's perspective on the matter.

"Um, I could make a fool of myself, he could think I'm dumb, I could forget talking skills-"

"You obviously don't know the meaning of a rhetorical question." She paused, a smirk showing on her face.

"Lance, I don't want to do this, go talk to him or you're fired."

"You can't do that!" Lance defended.

"I can actually, for a few reasons. I'm your older sister, so I get a say in this, and two, I'm trying to get you to do what's best for you." Lance sighed, taking the small dish cloth that he had resting on his shoulder off and placing it onto the counter with a wet flop.

He made his way over to the black haired boy, dreading even going along with Allura on this.

"Hey, I'm Lance." His voice was small and close to cracking.

"Keith." The black haired boy looked up from his mocha which he had barely even taken a sip of to introduce himself.

"Alura said I should come talk to you." Lance, who was still a blushing mess, rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ya, she's nice but she's also always trying to set people up. Is this another one of her set ups?" Keith looked up, more interested in the conversation at the last part.

"Probably," Lance admitted, looking over his shoulder and seeing Allura smirking. "So how do you know her?" He changed the conversation.

"Her and I have been friends for a while. We were at the same place when we were kids." Keith left it at that, Lance, knowing about Allura being in an orphanage assumed that meant Keith was also an orphan as a kid.

"How do you know her?" Keith reversed the subject back to Lance.

"She's my sister." This raised an eyebrow from Keith.

"You guys look nothing alike, just saying."

"She's my adoptive sister." Lance confirmed, nodding his head a little as he spoke.

"Oh, that makes more sense." Keith gave a little chuckle with his words.

"I should probably get back to work now." Lance sighed a bit, taking a step back from the booth-table.

Keith nodded a bit before responding, "I should be going too, I have to get to work." This new information caught Lance's attention, he wanted to know as much as he could about the other.

"What do you do?" Lance asked, "For work, I mean." He quickly added.

"I'm an artist." Keith motioned to the sketchpad in front of him that Keith hadn't even seen before. This posed as a possible answer to Lance's question about why he sat there each morning, maybe he was sketching the street.

"What do you draw."

"Things that make me happy. Sometimes people," He paused, looking at his notebook sadly, "Special people." Lance nodded understandingly, looking at the cover of the sketchbook, curious about the works inside.

"I better get going." Keith stood up, taking his mocha with him as he did. Quickly Lance acted without fully thinking about his consequences.

"Wait, Keith." He wished he hadn't spoken as the paler boy turned to face him again, "I was wondering if I could get your number- if you want. We could maybe hang out when we're not in a small coffee shop."

Somewhere in the end of the slur of words Lance had gotten his confidence back for the first time since the conversation started, allowing him to ask the main point of the question.

"Uh, sure." Keith looked down and looked for something to write on other than the crumpled up napkin that sat beside where his coffee cup was.

"Give me your hand." Lance reached out, showing the back of his palm to the other boy who quickly wrote his phone number in a rather sloppy matter.

"It doesn't matter if you call tonight or not, I'm going to be here for morning coffee anyways." Lance nodded promptly, his new found confidence draining away by the second.

Keith walked out the door, the bell ringing once again just like it had when he entered, and Lance went back to reality, working on drinks for the other customers in the shop.

"You guys are cute." Allura mentioned as soon as he returned.

"Allura, I don't even him." He sighed, turning and looking at the girl behind him who was currently smirking.

"You did not. You just talked to him and know his name because of me, if that didn't happen I'm sure you;d still know multiple other details about him from staring at him so much." Lance blushed, "By the way you gotta cut down on that, it's honestly kind of weird how much you look at him."

Lance ignored the girl talking away behind him and went back to work, the boy who ordered morning coffee each morning on his mind constantly.