Watching You, While You're Watching Us (Shklance)

Welcome To The Voltron Team

Lance need some extra cash. He wasn't in dire need, as him and his parents managed to take on almost all of the costs of university with Lance's hard work every year in scholarships and their's in saving. But, he was tired of only eating microwaved macaroni, ramen, and leftovers from the food hall. It was getting to the point where Lance couldn't even to look at noodles the same anymore.

He looked for jobs nearby as most of the good jobs on campus were taken up in the first month that things were back in session. Most were your typical adverts: fast-food (people are already shitty to those workers without the fact that he was an omega—not happening), small stores in the local mall, dog walking, etc. One advert did eventually catch his eye: a bistro and bar not far from campus called Voltron. They were looking for a host, something of his specialty after working as a server in his papa's dinner for most of his conscious years. The pay was decent and the place looked nice. He sent his resume through their link and hoped he'd hear back.

He did, thankfully. Quite quickly as well. It had only been two days, and when Lance's last class was over, he had an email in his inbox asking about an interview. It stated that he could schedule an interview as soon as the same day or in the next couple. It was only 2 pm, so Lance called their number and asked if he could have an interview at 3:30. A chipper sounding man, with a bit of a thicker European accent, on the other end told him that they would be gladly waiting for him.

Lance sorted through his small closet and took a hanger from the back. It was his semi-formal outfit for events like this. A nice white button-up, navy blue slacks, a black belt, and pair of nice black lace-up derby cap-toe shoes, all kept in order so that they wouldn't crease or scuff. He parted his hair towards the sideand made sure the longer side was placed just right. His hair was curling slightly, but he left it in favor of not having to rush. He checked for his key, phone, and wallet; wrote a note to Hunk about where he was; and checked himself in the mirror one last time, making finger guns signalling just how ready he was to rock this interview.

It wasn't far to the restaurant, only about a mile's walk from the campus, and Lance certainly didn't have the money for a car so he was already used to walking. Eventually, he even started taking pleasure in each walk he took, admiring the world around him as he went. The city surrounding Garrison University was different than his hometown, so it was easy to find interest constantly despite it being his third year there.

He grabbed the smooth gold handles of Voltron's entrance and stepped inside. It was a nice place. It was decorated in tasteful pieces to match the wood used for everything else, bathed in soft yellow light that mixed with daylight to make it seem like the place was softly glowing even in the middle of the day. There was even a small stage! He stood near the door for a minute taking the place in, before a familiar face came out from a set of doors on the back wall and into his peripheral view. Lance waved excitedly to Allura, who quickly came over after doing a double-take herself.

"Lance! Hello! What has brought you here?" She leaned on the host stand next to them.

"Well, I actually called in for an interview here at three-thirty."

"Oh, you are our new applicant! Great, I am sure you will get the position. We may have only met recently, but you seem to have a personality perfect for here on top of being hardworking. I'll go get my uncle."

"Your uncle?"

"Oh yes, sorry, the one you probably talked to schedule the interview was my uncle, Coran. He owns this place," Lanced whispered an understanding 'oh' as Allura turned and disappeared behind a door at the end of the bar.

Seconds later, a very joyful-looking man with purposefully styled hair and mustache appeared. He was dressed something similar to Lance, but he had on a navy vest over his button-up.