[i] Whether Ami noticed or not, Lance threw the passerby several hard glances that made them avert their eyes and shuffle their feet hurriedly. He was a hard one to ignore. Whether it was Ami or Belle, he was still protective. [/i] "Tough guy?" [i] Lance scoffs but doesn't say anything, leading them down some side streets and onto one that was aromatic and smelled like a dozen different deserts. They walked into one, the inside quaint and almost homey, with colorful decorations and cheerful employees working behind the counter, taking orders. [/i] "I recall you saying that I'm buying." [i] He says with a smirk hinting at the corners of his lips, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a black leather wallet, pulling a grey debit card from a pocket inside of it.[/i] "Hello, what can I get you today?" [i] A young guy behind the counter asked the pair, his eyes torn between Lance's imposing figure and the more..revealing one of Ami's. Unlike Belle, she really had no shame. [/i]