The pretty guy came in again. Yuuri didn't know when he'd started calling him the pretty guy. He'd come in every day for the last few weeks since that first day. Of course, he had a name. Viktor. Blue eyes and silver hair and an accent. But he was pretty. They'd exchanged polite words. He'd refrained from throwing anything more at Chris when it was evident pretty guy wasn't paying attention to Chris' advances, nor were they aggravating him. Luckily, Chris was only in when Leo wasn't working lunch. He knew Leo wouldn't try anything. And, thankfully, pretty guy seemed to had figured that out too.
It was kind of distracting working when he was there. It was probably because he was good looking, not that he would be so forward about it, he wasn't like Chris. He'd never really thought about people being good looking, he'd had a crush on his childhood best friend Yuko were teenagers. But that had been a long time ago. They'd become more invested in studies. She ran an ice-rink in Japan now, but Yuuri served coffee. To be fair, so did Chris, but he was a socialite. He didn't worry about people's constant opinions if him or what society was going to think. Yuuri wished he could be like that.
Everything was fine. There was the feeling something terrible was going to happen but it had been a while since that feeling hadn't been there. It wasn't too busy. And then Chris walked in. Chris wasn't working today. Why was Chris there? Whatever he was going to do it was going to be terrible. He could already feel it being a bad idea. Cancel the plan. Don't do it. Chris walked up to the counter and smiled, slipping his phone back into his pocket.
"What are you doing?" Yuuri whispered loudly.
"I'm only here to help," Chris winked. Yuuri was so absorbed in being bewildered that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching. "Viktor!"
"Chris," the silver haired man nodded, slightly less enthusiastically.
"That's a nice jacket," he paused. "But I think it would look better on Yuuri's floor." Yuuri coughed and hid his face in his hands, feeling to blush creep up his neck. This was one if the worst ideas Chris had ever had.
"Are you hitting on me for Yuuri?" Viktor said, surprisingly unfazed.
"He's too shy, he's was taking too long. I'm only here to help, at your service," He patted Yuuri's shoulder and he looked up a little.
"You two know each other?" he asked quietly, face still red.
"Chris invited me out about a week back, as a friend. He talked a lot about you. Good things. I... Uh... Didn't feel brave enough to come talk to you alone myself..." This guy? Not brave enough? To talk to Yuuri. "It's nearly the end of your shift right?" Yuuri nodded, torn between gazing at the stranger and staring Chris down. "Well, yeah, Uh..." Viktor fetched a card out of his pocket, "This is my number. So... If you ever want to like, meet up or something, give me a call... Or a text if you feel uncomfortable. Or-"
"Okay."