Wingman

An excerpt:

"He hasn't dated anyone since..." Allura's name went unspoken. "...you know."

"I know," she replied to Hunk. "But aren't you normally his wingman?"

"Yeah, of course! I'm the best wingman there is." Hunk looked incredibly pleased with himself. He winked at her. Pidge frowned, perplexed by how strange Hunk had been behaving lately. In recent weeks he had been bombarding her with the most personal and embarrassing questions when she least expected it. "But you know I have an important diplomatic mission to Cyan III, so I can't be there to help him get back into the dating scene. Pidge, please, do this for me. I don't want Lance to get his heart broken again-"

She exhaled. "Fine. I'll steer him away from the crazies and the stalkers. What time do I have to be there?"

"Seven o'clock sharp. And wear something nice. You know, maybe get your hair done, put on a little makeup-not that you need it-it's just, Lance-- uh, I ,mean, that club is really upscale, okay."