Shiro shuffled in the coffee line and wondered, once again, how he got volunteered for this. Well he knew it was because he was the only one awake enough to stand in line, as Lance was asleep in the passenger seat, bare feet up on the console and half-reclined.(more)
He gave a little fond half-smile at the thought of Lance's sleeping, drooling face, and his gaze dropped from the menu board to the line in front of his, ears pricking as he heard a barista call a familiar name over the hubbub of the establishment. "Lance!"
Not entirely uncommon name, but unusual enough that Shiro looked to see who stepped forward to pick up the beverage, and his heart skipped a beat.
It /was/ Lance.
That didn't make a single bit of sense. "Lance," Shiro called, stepping out of the line as Lance headed for the door, coffee in hand. He stopped when he heard Shiro's voice, turning to acknowledge him. "You were asleep, sorry-"
The coffee hit the floor, lid coming off and spilling everywhere. Shiro pulled up short, and when his eyes darted up to Lance's face he was white as a sheet. "Lance?"
Lance's hand covered his mouth, eyes wide. "It's not time yet," he said faintly, as if he didn't expect Shiro to hear him speak. Shiro opened his mouth to say something but Lance turned and /bolted/ out the door.
Shiro bounded over the spilled coffee and out the door after him but drew up immediately when he spotted Lance's bare feet still on the dash and visible in the windshield. He spun on the sidewalk but there was a healthy pedestrian presence from the restaurants around them and if there had been another Lance, he was long gone by now.