The Grinning Blue Barista (Shance Modern Coffee Shop AU)

Chapter 9

(Sorry, long note) First of all, thank you for not murdering me when I take so long to update this story. We had a practice test for my big important German certification, and I aced it! Now I feel more confident and can finally get back around to this. Thank you guys for the support, please leave a comment if you enjoyed it. Please remind me if I forget to update this, because I am a piece of poop and always leave it for the last minute.

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Blue. It had a nice ring to it. The cat's eyes weren't even blue, but what the hell. Lance had decided, and so it would be.
Blue sat beside Lance on his couch at home, not purring, just asleep and breathing. Oddly enough, it was really relaxing.
Lance somehow only now noticed the pain prickling at his eyes, like many small needles stabbing his eyeballs. His eyelids drifted shut, easing the pain. Maybe if he left them closed for a little while, the pain would stop.
When Lance awoke, it was to a soft pressing on his forehead. When he opened his eyes, he saw only fur. Reaching up, he found Blue. He had been pressing his paws to Lance's forehead, probably hoping for attention or food.
Lance sat up straight, bringing the loving cat to his chest and cradling it like a small child. He felt warm tears running down his cheeks, he didn't want to be alone right now. He was so grateful to have found Blue.
Lance stood up, bringing Blue with him. He had fallen asleep without even buying cat food or a litter box for Blue. That would be his next mission. He stared down at Blue's closed eyes and peaceful face. Should he bring him along or leave him at home? Was he even allowed to bring a cat into a store? Probably not. Oh well, Blue would have to stay.
On his way out the door, Lance landed a small, soft kiss on Blue's also soft forehead. Lance felt his lips pull at the corners, his mood lifting and his heartstrings being pulled. He had always wanted a family, and Blue felt more like family in this moment than Lotor had for years.
Walking to the nearest Walmart, Lance hummed and skipped, not even sure if it was alright to not feel depressed anymore. Did it mean he hadn't loved Lotor enough to mourn him? Was he just a fickle person, unreliable? No, he wouldn't let Lotor get into his head, he was fine.
Not humming anymore, but with more resolve, Lance strode towards his goal. Once there, he marched towards the sign that read 'PETS'.
Toys, clothes, beds, food, every color assaulted his vision. The smell of plastic chew toys and dog food seemed only to permeate the very aisle he was standing in, as the smell hit him the moment he stepped into it.
Suddenly unable to stand still, Lance explored the cat section of the aisle, finding a large assortment of food to choose from. He finally decided on a large bag of dry food, so that it would last a while. He set a small litter box, along with the food, into his empty cart. Spotting an adorable blue cat bowl set with a white fish design, Lance added it. It was perfect!
On his way to the checkout counter, Lance added a warm, cooked chicken and a bottle of iced tea to his cart. Now he wouldn't have to cook or do dishes when he got home.
After he had paid and all of his items were put into bags, Lance noticed a problem. Most of his grocery bags he hung on his arms, which meant he was carrying the cat food, too big to fit into a bag, in his arms. He was fine now, but he knew he would get tired before he reached his house. Wow, was he ever dumb. Oh well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.