In which Keith pines over one of the baristas at Starbucks. The same barista who always writes cute nicknames and pickup lines on Keith's cup. I'm always way to obsessed with BMC and Rich is my lispy boi!!!!! I also updated the cover. The same picture just a different filter, font, and colors!
Keith walked through the door. The scent of coffee beans and fresh pastries hitting his nose. Keith sighed as he waited in line to order. Keith has never been to Starbucks once and never seen a line there. Keith liked to wait in line though. It helped improve his patience.
Keith made it to the front of the line. Keith already knew what he wanted. A black coffee. That's all he ever ordered. It helped him focus, he couldn't help his pallet.
"Hi welcome to Starbucks how ca-" the male barista stopped talking as he looked at Keith. Keith blushed as the barista smiled.
"Why hello there, how can I help you, sweet cheeks?" The barista said as he placed his elbow on the counter, an attempt to get closer. Keith knew he was blushing by now.
"U-u-uh...can I get a black coffee? Tall" Keith stammered a bit. The barista shot a finger gun at him with a wink. The barista punched the order into the machine and gave Keith his total. Keith handed him the money as the barista gave him his receipt.
The barista turned around to make Keith's black coffee. Keith tried to hide his blush when the barista came back. The barista blew a kiss at Keith and gave him his coffee. Keith nodded a thank you and walked out the door.
Lances POV~
Lance watched as his customer walked out the door. Boy was he cute, with his little mullet and violet eyes. Lance felt himself smile. I think I'm in love with this cutie! Lance couldn't help it, he was always one to fall in love easily.
"Lance! We just got a shipment in can you stock the back shelves?" His coworker Pidge yelled from behind the counter. Lance snapped out of his thoughts.
"Sure thing, Pidge!" Lance said as he ran to the back. There were over 30 bags of fucking coffee products. Lance loved the smell of coffee but that shit was heavy to lift onto shelves.
After Lance was done stocking the shelves and counters in the back, it was closing time. Lance took off his apron and hung it on the hook in his locker. Lance sighed as he grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone from the shelf in his locker.
Lance was about to walk out the door, when Pidge stopped him.
"What's up, Pidgeotto?" Lance asked as he ruffled Pidges hair. Pidge slugged his arm as Lance chuckled.
"Well we have work off tomorrow, and my friend, Hunk, is throwing a party tomorrow night, so do ya wanna come?" Pidge asked with a smile.
"Hunk? Hunk Garrett? That dude is my best bro! Did I tell you we went to flight school together when we were in like high school?" Lance got excited at the mentioning of Hunks name. Lance and Hunk were still good friends but they never really got time to hang out together one on one. Hunk was an engineer. He made planes and ships. Sometimes even race cars for NASCAR.
"Really? Hunk and I go to tech school together? He never told me he went to flight school!" Pidge replied with a smile.
"I'd love to go to that party! What time?" Lance asked as he pulled up the calendar app on his phone. Pidge told him he could come anytime at night and with that Lance left for his apartment.
