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After a semi-long day of walking through the Arizona desert, the gang finally found a coffee shop to rest for a bit.

As soon as they got inside, Pidge slid off of Shiro's back onto a couch-like window. He initially sat to catch his breath from all of the walking, and with only one arm, nonetheless.

Everyone else either stood in line waiting to order or to convert their GAC into American money.

As Coran stood in line to order, someone caught his attention.

That someone had black hair in a loose bun. His skin seemed a pearl white, but as he turned around, patches of a walnutesque brown suddenly appeared. His eyes also caught the mustached Altean. One was an ice blue while the other was a dull ivory. The mystery man had a cup of some sort of coffee in his hands as he walked slowly to the creams and sugars.

As he ordered a semi-complicated latte, the mystery man noticed Coran. He was drawn in by the odd baby blue markings on his face and his fascinating ginger hair.

As Coran sipped on his cinnamon, pumpkin, mocha, and espresso drink, Romelle nudged his shoulder, directing her attention towards the mystery man.

"He's been staring at you for a bit. Maybe you should go talk to him. Don't worry. I'll watch your drink."

Coran trusted his instincts and went up to the man.

"I can tell you've been staring at me," the man noted. "It's fine, though. I'm all sorts of weird. Maybe that's why I've been single for so long."

"That's kinda sad, actually." Coran replied. "You know, your blue eye reminds me of the sea. So fluid and full of life."

A brief moment of silence followed before the mystery man replied.

"MOTHERFUCKER. WERE YOU FLIRTING WITH ME? THAT WAS SMOOTH AS ALL HELL."

"I was merely stating a fact."

"You know what? I like you a lot." The man pulled a card from his jean pocket. "Meet me at the address listed here at 9pm. Plan to spend the night." He went to the door.

"Wait!" Coran shouted. "I never learned your name!"

"I go by Ayre. What about you?"

"Me? My full name is Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe. Everyone just calls me Coran, though."

"Heh. You're cute."