Friday Nights - Klance Coffee Shop AU

3 - "Don't you trust me?"

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Lance was a mess the next morning. Not because of a hangover, oh no. Because HE !!! FUCKED !!! UP!!!

At least, that's what he thought.

"Dammit, I never should have said that thing about going to my house.. God..."

"I dunno, it seemed pretty smooth to me. Maybe he's just awkward at taking compliments?" Pidge suggested.

"Nah, he straight up stormed out of there like no one's business. Agh... and he was so attractive, too... I was trying to find flaws in him the whole time but I couldn't! He's perfect, you know?"

Lance turned to Pidge who was wide-eyed staring past him.

"What?- oh."

Keith was standing two feet away, listening in on Lance's rant.

"How much did you..."

"I heard enough." Keith said, smirking.

Lance's face immediately turned red with embarrassment. "Oh God... I'm sorry about last night, I didn't mean to make you mad-"

"It wasn't your fault, Lance. Can we talk somewhere?" Keith gestured to the outside, and Lance nodded.

Once outside, Keith spilled it out. "I have a parent bias thing? My parents were money hungry of each other and so I thought that's what you were doing, and-"

"Wait what? Oh my God.." Lance started laughing and doubled over. "Money is the last thing I want! I was just focused on you. The entire night. I swear it was hard not to be."

"Oh. I'm sorry for judging you so quickly."

"Hey, man, it's cool. Let's go inside, I already have your drink ready with extra whipped cream. I guess I thought I needed to apologize some way," Lance chuckled.

Inside, the cafe was empty as usual and playing a soft jazzy song.

"Thanks" Keith said, sipping his hot chocolate with extra whipped cream.

"I really don't get it, Keith, how do you drink hot chocolate in the summer time?" Lance questioned, leaning over the counter and getting close to Keith.

"It's my go-to drink. What even is a 'flappy'?"

"It's pronounced 'frap-peh'." Lance corrected him.

"And a capri-sun? What does that say?" Keith squinted to see the menu board.

Lance giggled, "Cappuccino."

"Whatever. I don't speak hipster."

"Hipster? You think we're hipsters?" Lance started. "Hipsters!?" Pidge screamed from across the cafe.

"Nevermind!! Nevermind!" Keith laughed and backed away from them playfully.

"So, do you want to try again next Friday? I promise we won't go in the middle because people obviously can't control themselves around you.."

"What's so bad about that?" Keith smirked, teasing Lance.

"Uh, nothing, I guess. I mean, if you want to do it next week we can." Lance looked down, blushing.

Keith folded his arms on the counter and leaned in. "What if I danced on one of the poles? No one would get to me there... Hmm?" Keith teased some more, raising his eyebrows.

Lance shifted uncomfortably on the counter. "Uh-uh-we couldn't pay you..."

Keith laughed darkly. "I don't want money, Lance. I want to impress you."