The shop was busy today, as it was every time it was sunny outside. People flocked to get a cool drink mixed with some caffeine, ya know, just to make it through the day. Yuri put down the cup of coffee and called out the name written on it. How cliche of him to be working through college in a coffee shop, right? But hey, it helped pay the bills and was flexible on hours, a college kid's dream. All his time spent between classes and work left him little time for socializing, he was lucky to have what friends he had, especially with how awkward he was. Don't even bring up a love life, any time Yuri even tried to talk to a guy he became a stuttering mess.
Yuri was blankly going through the motions of making coffee as he thought about all of this when the most handsome man he had ever seen walked through the door of the small shop. The man took off his sunglasses to reveal beautiful, blue eyes that stared right through Yuri. Yuri hadn't seen him come in before so he was not aware of the danger that the man carried. This man was a part of the Russian mafia, very high up, the very top to be precise. Some may wonder why someone so important would walk into a small unknown cafe on his own and his subordinates would answer that he is an asshole and liked to wander off on his own to explore. Victor was a bit of a free-spirit and hated being cooped up all day long. Working out trades and threatening people was fun in its own right but Yakov could handle that on his own. He was going to take some time and look around Detroit before he had to go back to boring meetings.
But back to the matter at hand, to say that this attraction was one-sided would be inaccurate, because just as Yuri couldn't keep his eyes of this stranger, Victor couldn't take his eyes off the cute little brunette hiding behind the counter. He sidled up to the counter where Yuri met to get his order.
"Well hello there," he paused to read Yuri's name tag, "Yuri." Yuri felt a little shiver go down his spine at the that sultry voice.
"Um.. C-can I take y-your order sir?" he stuttered out, pushing his glasses further up his nose.
"I'll take an americano and the name is Victor." he said with a smirk. Yuri's face turned bright red as he turned away to start brewing the coffee.
Victor smiled, he thought this boy was adorable. He stepped to the side to watch Yuri make his coffee and took his time eyeing him up and down with no shame. What a delicious body and he would be willing to bet an even better personality. Oh, how he would love to have him. The silver-haired man cocked his head to the side, who said he couldn't have him, Yakov and Yurio weren't here to yell in his ear about what a mistake he was making, so he looked around for a napkin. Victor grabbed one and began to write his private phone number down,very few people had access to this number. He thought about the life he lived and how it could be a dangerous one but, hey he could handle keeping himself safe, so why not one more?
He looked up to find the brunette staring at him, trying to sum up the courage to say his name. He smiled his sweetest smile and held his hand out for the coffee, "Have you forgotten my name already, love? Damn, I must be lacking in my ability to hold your attention," he took his other hand and ran it down Yuri's cheek," I'll have to try much harder." Victor picked up the napkin and placed it it in Yuri's open hand with a wink and walked out.
Yuri looked down at the paper in his and to see a phone number with a little heart and turned even brighter red than before. He watched the man leave and wondered if he would be able to work up the nerve to call, hell even text him. Then sighed knowing that Phichit would make him.