A/N: I've decided that Friday's will probably be my preferred posting day so lets hope I can stick to it. Thanks to all those who are reading my brain junk, hope you enjoy this chapter.

Lance woke up the next day still mad at himself and he made sure his empty apartment knew all about it. He stomped in and out of the rooms, slammed whatever he was using, be it mug or toothbrush, down on hard surfaces and grumbled angrily to himself.

"Gah Lance you're better than this!" He scowled at himself in the mirror "How could you forget!"

He was barely aware of his surroundings when he made his way to the shop and even less so when he was setting it up. Everything he did was aggressive and done with the most noise possible. He sat down to work on an arrangement and grabbed a large foam ball, he began to try and poke flowers into it but was so wound up he just ended up crushing the plants.

"For fucks sake!" Lance screamed in frustration, lobbing the ball across the room, towards the door. A large hand grabbed the ball in mid-air and Lance stared in shock.

"I know I'm a little late but I didn't realise it warranted this sort of discipline" Hunk said, laughing. Lance slumped down onto his table, hiding his face in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry Hunk" Lance mumbled, he could hear Hunk make his way across the shop. "I didn't even realise you weren't here!"

"Nice to know I play a significant part in your life" Hunk called out from the back room.

"No I didn't mean it like that!" Lance said hurriedly "I've just-sigh-I've got a lot on my mind"

"Date not go well?" Hunk asked half joking, but there was genuine concern in his eyes.

"No, it was good." Lance said not rising to the bait "we went to a cool cafe on the other side of town, it's like the room of requirements of coffee shops! It has everything you could need; I'll take you there some time"

"Can't wait" Hunk said gathering flowers "So what's the problem?"

"I didn't get his number!" Lance practically wailed. Hunk burst out laughing trying not to drop the flowers as he held his sides.

"Is that it?" Hunk asked once he calmed down, Lance glared at him.

"What do you mean that's it?! I'm the smoothest guy there is! How could I forget the basics?!"

"Wow okay, stop blowing your own trumpet for a second" Hunk said, wiping a tear from his eye. "Why don't you just go back to the cafe after work and see if he's there, then you can ask him for it"

"Yeah" Lance mused "Yeah okay, maybe I will"

Lance was impatient for the rest of the day waiting for that clock to release him from his duties. Of course he was still patient and oh so charming to his customers, especially the ladies, but the minute they were alone he would tap his foot or his pen or pace around the shop.

"Oh my God, Lance! Will you stop pacing before you bore a hole through the floor!" Hunk said exasperated. "You're driving me insane!"

Lance stopped mid-stride and looked over at Hunk sheepishly. He quietly went back to his work station and slumped onto his chair.

"I'm sorry" He mumbled playing around with the scrap flowers scattered on the table.

"You have one hour left" Hunk sighed "Just keep it together for one more hour. Please." Lance nodded and tried to keep his eyes away from the clock.

It was the longest hour of his life! He couldn't remember the last time he had made this many bouquets in such a (If we're being honest) short amount of time and they weren't even for orders, he just needed to keep himself busy.

"Maybe you should be impatient more often" Hunk said as he grabbed yet another arrangement off Lance's table and put it in one of the window displays. "This is the most productive I've ever seen you"

Lance looked up and glared at his friend, Hunk just smiled innocently. Lance dared a glance at the time and his breath caught in his throat. It was 5 o'clock. In an instant he became a whirl wind of a man; he flew around the entire store cleaning and organising, he all but pushed Hunk out of the door before he hastily locked up.

"Okay, bye, thanks, see yah Hunk, bye" Lance said quickly before running down the street like a man fleeing death.

Hunk stared after him greatly amused. He shook his head, zipped up his jacket and headed towards his house.

"Lord, help that poor child" He muttered.

Keith hadn't been there. Lance had burst through the door and looked around eagerly, only to be crushed at the distinct lack of raven coloured hair. Still slightly hopeful, he ordered a drink and sat down to wait; after two hours he sighed and walked out the shop. The next day played out exactly the same, though Lance had made a conscious effort to be less annoying as he waited the work day out.

Saturday came and Lance was a deflated shell of a man. Hunk watched his friend worriedly, Lance was barely talking, his smiles towards customers were half hearted at best and he hadn't even touched the food Hunk had brought in, in the hopes of cheering him up. Hunk was at his wits end, not knowing how to help Lance, when a green blur ran through the shop and into the back room.

"I'm sorry I'm late!" It shouted. Hunk looked at the clock, it was quarter past twelve, he chuckled before looking over at Lance, he hadn't moved or acknowledged the additional presence at all.

"Stay up all night on your computer again Pidge?" Hunk asked. Pidge came out of the back room looking sheepish; her short red hair dishevelled and her tired eyes framed by large glasses.

Lance, Hunk and Pidge had all gone to school together; Lance had basically forced her to be their friend and while she'd never admit it (Like hell was she going to add to his ego) she was really glad he did. They made sure she didn't starve herself working and forced her to take breaks and sleep, it was annoying at the time but she realised she wouldn't be completing her PhD in computer science at the tender age of 22 if they hadn't forced her into good habits; her body would have given up on her long a go if it weren't for them. When she started Uni Lance had offered her a weekend job at the shop, partly so she could earn money but mainly so it would force her away from her tech; she had initially refused, being a nature loather, but she found she actually had quite the knack for it.

"How's school going Pidgey?" Hunk asked as she passed him to get some flowers. Pidge wasn't her real name, it was a nickname Lance had come up with, he said she would always coo like a happy pigeon when she encountered new tech and, well, it stuck.

"It's going really well, I'm going to be featured in an exhibit" She said proudly, adjusting her glasses.

"Heck yeah! You go girl!" Hunk hugged her tightly easily lifting her off the floor. She stumbled trying to get her balance after she was release, blushing slightly.

"Thanks!" She grinned. "What's new with you?"

"Well, Shay and I are expecting"

"Hey congrats man!" Her face suddenly deadpanned and she pointed at him "Don't ask me to babysit"

"Hahahaha don't worry I won't"

Pidge grinned and turned to the man who had been oddly quiet, "Hey Lance"

"Hey Pidge" Lance muttered, staring straight ahead and slumping down even further in his seat; Pidge's brow furrowed in concern.

"Who broke him?" Pidge said accusingly, turning to Hunk.

"Keith." Hunk sighed.

"Who's Keith?" She asked confused.

"A stupid mullet head!" Lance shouted angrily, slamming his fists down on the table.

"What the fuck?" Pidge muttered.

"Pidge, language!" Hunk said disapproving, he couldn't stop Lance swearing but he'll be damned if Pidge followed in his footsteps.

"Alright spill, what's going on?" Pidge said ignoring Hunk chastising and prodding him in the stomach. Hunk sighed and told her everything that had happened over the past few days.

"So yeah, Lance wants to see him again but has no way of finding him." Hunk said crossing his arms and looking at Lances depressed figure slumping over the table.

"Aw it's like a Cinderella story" Pidge said chuckling.

"Shut up Pidge" Lance grumbled, glaring at her. Pidge walked over to him and punched him in the arm.

"Just go again today" She said as if it was the most obvious solution.

"I can't keep going every day, I'm pretty sure Bemmy already thinks I'm a weirdo." Lance said rubbing the arm she had punched.

"Yeah but it's a Saturday, so the probability of him being there is greater" Pidge said confidently.

"I can't argue with maths" Lance sighed and straighten up "Alright fine, I'll go one last time and if he's not there be prepared to feed me all the junk food you can afford cos I'll be crashing at yours"

"uuuurrrgghhhh fine, deal" She said, holding her hand out, he shook it and his mood improved for the rest of the day.

That evening Pidge heard a quiet knocking on her door and her heart sunk. She tentatively opened it and saw Lance standing there looking disheartened.

"I hate you, give me ice-cream" Lance said cracking a small smile but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Shit" Pidge muttered stepping aside, "Yeah sure, come in."

"I would be convinced he was a figment of my imagination if it weren't for the fact that Hunk saw him too" Lance said flopping down of Pidge's small green sofa. Pidge handed him a tub of ice-cream and a spoon and sat down on her beanbag. "Thanks"

"No problem" She said before picking up her phone.

Pidgeon feathers: Come here and help me right now. I don't know what to do!

Hunk of love: I'll be right there.