"You make a mean coffee, my man," Lance fells Shiro, then turns to Keith, "and you're pretty cute, hot stuff."

Keith hides a smile and looks away with a blush, and Shiro's jealousy creepy to a frown on his face.

"So, Lance," he starts, scooting closer to the boy in the middle of the three-person bus seat, "you come by the cafe a lot?"

"Stalker much?" Lance laughs.

"I'd just like to see you there more. I work Thursdays and Sundays." Shiro explains.

Lance smiles, and nudges Shiro, "We'll see. But two soon and my good looks will get you fired."

Shiro blushes, realizing Lance was talking about the staring.

"I was just-"

"Lance," Keith begins, shooting a quick glare at Shiro. "You can come to my place to study, if you like. It's pretty... tranquil."

Lance shakes his head, "It's okay, you can come to my apartment. It's a little cluttered, but empty for the most part. It'll be nice."

Keith shakes his head, and scoots a little closer to Lance, Lance being unaware of the two boys fighting over him.

"Lance, can I ask you something?" Keith says barely loud enough for Shiro to overhear.

"Yeah, sure," Lance shrugs, feeling a bit of Keith's energy rub off on him, and starting to blush faintly.

"Can I hold your hand?" Keith awkwardly looks away, awaiting the response.

Lance blushes deeper and stutters out a yes. Keith smiles mischievously and squeezes Lance's hand.

Shiro looks away in frustration, and gives up on trying to win Lance for the night. The chemistry just wasn't there yet.