Katie could only smile as her boss rambled all the next day, beyond excited. "... And then we'll put in some light make-up, just some mascara and maybe a little bit of eyeshadow, actually! LANCE! I need your opinion for Pidge's make-up!"

Allura rushed off to find Lance as Katie sat down. She sifted through the papers she brought to her cubicle, and organized them into files that were tossed around onto her desk. She sighed and leaned back. "I won't start getting calls for another ten minutes," Katie grumbled and stretched.

Smiling, Katie stood and made her way across the floor. "Good morning, Shiro~!" Katie sang softly as she swung into the cubicle. However, instead of a warm response, Shiro jumped and swiveled around in his seat with wide eyes. Katie frowned and tilted her head. "Shiro?"

Said man sighed and slumped into his seat. "Oh, Pidge..."

"Are you okay?" Katie leaned closer. "What's wrong? Do you not feel well?" Katie raised her hand and pressed the back of it to his forehead. Shiro had moved to stop her hand before she could reach him, but had visibly relaxed under her touch. "You don't have a fever, but you are a little warm, and you're pale."

"I'm fine," he murmured, chest tightening as Katie removed her hand. "I just didn't sleep well."

"Oh," Katie breathed out, looking away. "You had a nightmare." Shiro's eyes widened. "I know... My father and brother used to have nightmares about their time, and they'd be like you are now. I'll go tell Allura you need today off."

"You really don't have to-" Shiro started, but Katie cut him off.

"Please rest, Shiro." Katie smiled. "Then you can come back tomorrow and you'll feel better."

Shiro stared up at Katie, then returned her smile as best he could. "Alright. Thank you."

~

Katie whined, Lance babbling incessantly behind her as she tried talking with her customer. "Yes, sir... No, sir... You're welcome, sir." She sighed and hung up, then turned and shoved Lance. "Shut up and go away!"

Lance laughed, only taking a step back and raising his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay! I just wanted to tell you something but you weren't paying any attention."

Katie scowled. "I was working."

"Eh," Lance shrugged, leaning against the cubicle walls. "Anyway, the dance is tomorrow night, and Shiro and I are coming with you and Allura."

Katie raised a brow as she started typing and hitting down notes on post-it paper. "Why are you coming?"

Lance snorted as if the answer was obvious. "Duh. It's because I'm the best."

"You're in the ads," she corrected. "That's probably why." Lance crossed his arms over his chest, puffing out his cheeks. "Why Shiro?"

"Oh! Easy! Because he's good-looking." Katie glanced over her shoulder at him. Lance snickered. "Ladies love them some eye-candy. You can't deny that you like looking at him. Imagine him in a suit."

His smaller coworker leaned back in her chair. "Do you realize how gay you sound right now?"

Lance shrugged. "Well, I am half-gay."

Katie rolled her eyes and pushed Lance. "Go to work, Lance."

"Yeah, yeah," Lance grumbled, turning away, "but at the dance, you should dance with Shiro." Katie paused, eyes widening. "I think he'd really like dancing with you." Then he left.

~

"Stop fidgeting!"

"Then stop poking my eyes out!"

"I would if you stop moving!"

Katie groaned, stiffening her back and shutting her eyes. "Geez, Lance."

Her coworker puffed his cheeks and continued to apply make up to her eyes. "I swear. It's almost like you've never had make-up on before."

Katie opened her eyes and stared at him. "I haven't. Never felt the need for it."

Lance's jaw dropped and he paused. "What!? No! No way! That's it, I'm teaching you how to apply make-up and you're going to do it everyday! Every. Day."

"Okay, yesh," Katie leaned back, almost scared of the mascara Lance pulled out. "Fine..."

Lance nodded, then continued. The Latino hummed to a tune Katie didn't recognize as he worked dutifully on her, having been assigned to Katie's make-up by their boss.

"I'm done!" Allura announced, stepping in the room.

Lance whistled and stood straight. "Looking good, princess," Lance raised his brows and grinned. Katie would have hit him for her boss, but she didn't open her eyes.

Allura hit him instead. "Get out, Lance. I'll help Pidge from here." Lance pouted, but did as told. "Go get your suit on!"

"Can do!"

Katie sighed, and carefully opened her eyes. "My eye lashes are heavy and my eyelids itch."

Allura giggled, sitting beside Katie. "Oh, you look amazing. Come on, I want to see you in your dress!" Katie smiled and nodded.

~

Allura squealed happily once Katie stepped out of the house, and clapped her hands. "You look so beautiful!"

Lance puffed his chest proudly. "My handiwork."

Katie blushed and looked down at her feet, her hands gently tugging on the skirt of her dress. However, she was careful. She didn't want to ruin the beautiful pedicure Lance gave her.

Katie blinked, a hand appearing in her line of sight. Her honey-colored eyes trailed up his arm and up to his face. She couldn't help but return a shy smile to the kind smile Shiro wore.

"You look wonderful." Katie slipped her hand into Shiro's and thanked him. His dark eyes flicked to her hair, done up in a professional, neat bun that Lance somehow tamed her hair into, her long bangs still framing her face. There was one braid on either side of her head, leading from just above her ears and into the bun. "Lance did this?"

She chuckled, allowing his to lead her to the car. "Yeah... I'm honestly not that surprised. He's very gay, so he'd know how to do this. I am surprised he doesn't do drag."

"I resent that," Lance muttered from behind them.

"Good." Katie stuck her tongue out at Lance, but smiled at him. "Thank you, anyway, Lance. I like everything you've done."

Lance smirked. "I did do good, didn't I?"

"Just try not to gloat too much, 'Kay?" Katie gently pushed Lance, her coworker gasping.

"How dare you think so lowly of me!"

Katie laughed and ducked into the car. Shiro closed the door once she was in.