Keith sat alone in the coffee shop, silently sipping a sweet vanilla latte. His stark purple eyes traveled around the warm room and landed on the tall barista who stood behind the counter. Lance, as his name tag read, deftly moved among his coworkers to make the ordered drinks, adding two pumps of this, a squirt of that.

Today was the fifth time Keith had visited this specific store, and the fifth time he had received a cheesy pickup line, courtesy of Lance, on his coffee cup. The black-haired boy read the words yet again, a soft smile forming on his lips, just like all the times before.

"Some call me Lance, but you can call me tonight," and a phone number adorned the hot cup in a light, curvy handwriting. Keith closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, letting the scents and sounds around him to build up in his mind. The day was cold, with light flurries falling outside, but the shop remained as warm and inviting as ever.

One of Keith's eye popped open as another person sat in the seat across from him. While he was expecting a random stranger, it didn't bother him much that his visitor just happened to be Lance, the barista. Now, however, instead of the bright blue apron with the shop's logo brandished across the chest, Lance wore a simple white t-shirt with a barely visible coffee stain on it's shoulder.

Purple eyes met blue eyes, and after a moment of shared silence, Lance began.

"So, Keith," Lance breathed quickly, his eyes darting about Keith's face, "Hi." He nervously rubbed his hands together and looked away, telling himself how stupid this whole idea was, stupid, stupid, stupid!

Keith chuckled, sipping from his drink. "Lance. Or should I say, tonight?"

Lance burned a bright red, his breath catching in his throat. "Um, yeah. I'm really... sorry about all of those, you see-"

"They weren't for me?" Keith asked, more then a little bit disappointed.

"Of course they were! I'm just, I mean, who knows if you're even into guys or just me in general, I'm sorry, really sorry," His words tumbled out quickly, almost too quickly for Keith to catch them.

"No, Lance, hush. I never said I didn't enjoy them."

The two sat quietly for a long time, simple conversation passing between them, a bright blush and hotness hardly leaving Lance's face. Neither knew the other well, but they felt happy in that moment, as if things were the way they should be.

And things were perfect.