As soon as Lance and I were free from everyone, we took a walk. We walked down a long hot street that gave off a soft orange glow, and it made me think maybe Lance made everything glow. The street was also alive and buzzing with people and vendors every where. Selling and talking and laughing and even some crying.
"Your face is cute all scrunched up like that." Lance said
I jumped a little because I was so far into thought.
"I'm not cute!" I blushed hard unwittingly as I said that.
He jumped in front of me and grabbed my hands and gave one of those signature Lance stupid faces. My face was on fire from blushing, his peaks of pure laughter were too much. I started crying a bit. He looked concerned and hurt.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.
"N-nothing at all you beautiful boy"
At this point he realised I was crying because of how much I loved him. That's when he grabbed me, and in the middle of the bustling, hot street he danced quickly with me. I tried to keep up but failed and ended up just following his movements a half second late. He was singing and yelling a song in Spanish and somehow it was more beautiful than any other song I've ever heard. I ended up tripping us both and he landed on me. We both laughed loudly and held each other tightly. We got up and brushed ourselves off. I looked deeply into his eyes and realised, I was deeply and chillingly in love with him. He was all I'd ever need. We started walking through the hot crowded street once more. Hand in hand with that stupid cat like grin on his face. I loved it. Why did I love everything about him. Who gave him the right to be perfect. Sharpshooter Lance, the savior of the Paladins. I wondered how every one was doing nowadays. Last time I saw Hunk he was on a fishing boat fishing. Allura was doing what she does best. Matt and Pidge were fighting like siblings. Shiro was going back to train cadets at the academy. I missed all of them. At this point I felt sad, and Lance grabbed my waist and pulled me close. He knew what I was thinking about. I've been thinking about them for a while. He's been a big help, but I sort of feel like a burden to him. Despite him assuring me time and time again that wasn't the case. He said it was normal to be nostalgic like that. At this point we had circled back to the house and the sun was going down. I was tired and hungry again, so we went inside and followed the smell of food.
