"Oh, shit," Keith exclaimed, ducking his head down, trying to use his hair to cover his face.

"What? What's up?" Lance asked, looking around wildly.

Keith grabbed his arm and pulled him close so he would hold still. "Quit being so obvious, dumbass."

They were sitting at their prefered table in the back corner of the nearby coffee shop. It was late morning, so a majority of the early morning crowd was gone, but there was still a fair number of people milling around and filling the seats. They sat next to a large window overlooking the street Keith facing the entrance.

Keith hesitantly peaked behind Lance back toward the entrance before ducking back and using Lance's body to hide himself. He groaned. "My ex just walked in."

"What? Where?" Lance exclaimed, immediately turning to look behind himself excitedly. "I've never met one of your ex's."

"Yeah, well I don't have many, but he is one of the few that I regret."

"Holy shit!" Lance whisper-shouted, turning and ducking down like Keith.

"What?"

"I just saw my ex, too."

Keith peaked an eye past Lance, examining the people at the counter.

"Which one is yours?" Lance asked.

Keith sighed, and they both turned to discreetly look at the counter when Keith pointed at a man waiting in line on his phone. "The tall pretentious asshat with the pompous white hair."

"Lotor?"

"Yeah? How do you know Lotor?"

"Lotor is your ex?"

"Yes, Lotor is my ex," Keith snapped. "So what?"

Lance turned to look at him. "Lotor is my ex."

They stared at each other. "What?" Keith finally asked.

"I dated Lotor. Lotor is my ex," Lance explained.

They stared at each other for a moment longer before snapping into action. Keith began gathering their things as Lance plotted an escape route. "We can let him see us," Keith said, shoving books into their bags.

"Yeah, no shit," Lance replied, turning back to Keith. "There's only one way in and out and there's no way we get past without Lotor spotting us. Fuck this coffeeshop for not having a backdoor."

"Bathroom?"

"It's on the other side of the counter."

"Damnit." Keith looked around. "Oh shit."

"What?"

"He saw us."

"What?" Lance exclaimed, eyes bugging.

"He saw us, he's coming this way, shit!" Keith cursed, pasting on an uncomfortable and clearly fake smile.

Lance had about three seconds to prepare before hearing Lotor's sickly sweet voice, "Keith," he greeted. "And Lance," he added, sounding surprised. "What a pleasant surprise."

Lance and Keith exchanged one last glance. "Hey, Lotor," Keith said with a grimace.

"Hey," Lance said, also with a grimace.

If Lotor could sense the awkwardness, he didn't show it. "So what are you two doing here? How do you know each other?" he asked, seeming completely interested.

Lance glanced at Keith, wondering how much to reveal. "We live nearby, we were studying together for exams."

"Oh," Lotor said, feigning nonchalance. "You live together?"

Lance coughed. "Yes, we're…" Keith hesitated, "...dating."

Lance and Keith both winced as Lotor predictably lit up. "Really?" he asked, disbelievingly. "I don't mean to sound offensive, but I wouldn't think you two would be...compatible."

Keith felt his eye twitch. "Well, don't worry. I assure you that we're quite compatible in all aspects of our relationship."

Lotor simply smiled. "Is that so. I'm just surprised, two of my ex's end up dating each other. What are the chances?"

"What indeed," Lance mumbled.

"Lotor," a voice called from behind the counter as the barista set a cup on the pickup counter. Lance and Keith both sighed in relief internally as they saw it was a to-go cup.

"Well, that's me. I really must be off, but I suppose I'll see you two around?" he asked sweetly.

Lance and Keith both murmured some non-committal agreements and with that Lotor turned his back with a flip of his hair and was gone.

Both Keith and Lance slumped in their seats as the door closed behind him.

"I can't believe you dated Lotor," Keith said.

Lance groaned. "Look, it was sophomore year of college, I was stressed and homesick and he was nice and called me pretty. It wasn't my best moment."

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long did you date Lotor?"

Lance bit the inside of his cheek. "...5 months."

"5 months?" Keith exclaimed.

"Just shut up, okay! What about you? I can't believe you dated Lotor!" Lance said, jabbing a finger at Keith, whose face was turning pink.

"Yeah, well, it was freshman year and we dated for like two months and then I realized what an asshole he is and that was it," he said defensively.

They both sighed and leaned back in their seats.

"You know we can't come here anymore, right?" Keith stated. "He knows we're here."

"Fuck. We'll have to find a new coffee shop."

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