Chapter Text
The boys dark eyes were clouded with frustration at the text splayed in front of him. He was flipping back and forth between pages of his forest green Psych 101 textbook and his black notebook. He scribbled down something on one of his pages of notes, but then scratched it out and wrote something else down.
The boy's purple and black flannel had originally caught Lance's eye as he walked into the cafe, but his shining indigo eyes are what kept his attention. The boy, despite his discontented expression, was the textbook definition of beautiful. He had long, dark hair, pulled back by a black beanie, and his skin was a pale color that the warm light of the cafe perfectly accented and highlighted in all the right places.
Lance stared as the boy directed his eyes from the textbook to his notes and back, his face sharp and irritable. He muttered a word under his breath that Lance vaguely recognized from the Korean shows Pidge watched in between episodes of The X Files .
“Hey ‘lura,” Lance asked, leaning over the counter towards the silver-haired barista. “What did that guy order?”
She redirected her gaze to where the sofa where the boy sat.
“Oh, Him?” She thought back to earlier that day and laughed. “You know what? It’s funny. From the looks of him I would’ve sworn he would order it ‘black like my soul’ but this guy, in all his emo, ‘MCR is alive!’ glory, ordered the sweetest coffee on the menu, and then some: Vanilla Macchiato, with 3 pumps caramel, 10 sugars, soy milk ,and no creamer.”
He laughed at her imitation of him and looked over to see that his black shirt did, in fact, have My Chemical Romance scrawled across the front.
“Well I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover, huh?” He shrugged and turned back to see Allura smirking at him. “Anyways, get me one of those and my usual.”
She saluted him with two fingers and darted to the back of the cafe. In record time she returned with two coffees and a permanent marker in her hand. He grabbed the drinks and graciously took the marker, scrawling on the side of one. Allura winked at him and waved him off as he handed the marker back and walked towards the sofa.
⬙⬘⬙
Keith jumped when a guy with shining brown hair and eyes that reflected the ocean set a cup of coffee down in front of the notes he was scratching out. He paused and looked up from his notebook into those stunning eyes.
“I thought you might need this.”
The boy smiled at him and walked away. Keith could barely even stammer out a shaky ‘thank you’ before the boy was out the door. He watched as the boy stepped into the wind, curls blowing around his face, and as he pulled his jacket closer to him and walked across the street, Keith picked up the drink, warrily taking a sip.
The drink was the perfect amount of sweet and as he took another swallow he seen the scrawled, almost hasty writing on the side of the cup.
He smiled down at it as he read.
‘Lance (XXX) XXX-XXX :^)’