The two of them exited the apartment and Otabek lead the way to his motorcycle. He passed the extra helmet he kept with him to Yuri and climbed on, offering a hand to help Yuri on behind him. Yuri wordlessly accepted it, getting onto the bike. He immediately wrapped his arms around Otabek and rested his head on Otabek's shoulder. Although Yuri always did this, Otabek still felt his heart skip a beat every time. He hoped Yuri didn't notice.
The ride to the restaurant was short, the comfortable silence between the two broken every so often as Yuri gave directions. When he had parked the bike and they dismounted, Otabek immediately missed Yuri's hug. He didn't say anything about it, of course.
"Eight-thirty under Plisetsky." Yuri told the hostess upon walking in.
"Right this way." She replied boredly, leading the two of them inside the restaurant toward a small corner booth.
As soon as the two of them slid into the booth, Otabek realized just how small it was. The two of them were squished as it was; there was no way four people would have been able to fit. Yuri didn't seem surprised, maybe he didn't notice? Well, it wasn't like there was anything he could do about it. The place was crowded. Besides, it wasn't like it was a problem.
"And then it turned out that Potya had been on top of the curtain rod the entire time! Cats are ridiculous!" Yuri told him in a jokingly exasperated tone.
Otabek laughed. By the time the food had arrived, they had launched into an animated discussion about anything and everything. Time flew by, and it was over all too soon. Although they usually split it, when their waiter dropped off the check Yuri picked it up before Otabek could protest. It felt even more like a date, he mused.
The movie theater was close by and they had a bit of time, so Otabek suggested that they walk there. Yuri had agreed, and it had seemed like a good idea. That is, however, until they had gotten about halfway there. The sun had set and the night wind bit at them. Yuri hadn't worn a jacket, and when Otabek glanced over Yuri was visibly shivering. Quickly shrugging off his jacket, he draped it over Yuri's shoulders.
"Beka, you don't have to-" Yuri started.
"But I want to." Otabek finished for him, wrapping the jacket more securely around Yuri.
Yuri smiled at him gratefully. The jacket was too big on him, but Otabek decided that it looked good. Yuri wore it all the way to the theater.
