"Wait, whaaaat?!" Exclaimed Yuri, his eyes wide open. "You say that... that man... Viktor Nikiforov, is a famous skater?!"

"I think so. I don't know. I heard his name on the news from the Russian channel." Yurio replied with a shrug, his gaze alway half-closed with disdain. "He recently won an ice skating competition or something like that. And from the description that you gave me of him, it sounds a lot to me that yesterday we had a famous costumer."

"O-oh... I see." Yuri put a hand to his chin, thoughtfully. Now he understood why Viktor seemed familiar. He remembered seeing him on TV some time ago, years ago actually, when the man still had his long hair. "That explains why his behaved was so... extravagantly."

"Bah... I'm sure that's his normal attitude. Celebrities are weird people." The blond said while playing with his cellphone.

The best thing about the night shift was that there wasn't much work, but there was a high probability of an assault, but Yurio always brought with him his faithful bat 'skullbreaker' to protect both, so he could always lie peacefully in a chair and wait to spend hours.

"I wonder why someone as famous as he came to this city..." Commented the black-haired boy with curiosity. Normally he would have gotten rid of the subject, but both of them were bored, and talking about a personality had its charm. He even thought that meeting the world ice skating champion would be something he would have to tell to his grandchildren someday. "Maybe it's because of the skating rink we have in the city. It is the largest in the area and has a certain reputation."

"Oh? Is there a skating rink here?" The blonde asked, raising his face away of his cellphone. He only do that when he was really interested. He had barely been living in the country for a couple of months and had not even bothered to know beyond his street (the store was within that area).

"Yes, itsn't far from here. Do you like ice skating?" He asked with a pleased smile. He practiced that sport when he was a child, but was just a hobbie. So knowing that his co-worker had likes similar to his was pleasant.

"Uhm... yes. I used to go skating on frozen lakes with my friends back in Russia. But I never did figure skating, if that's what you mean."

"We should go together one of these days. It will be fun."

"... Sounds good." he replied quietly, a slight blush on his cheeks, so Yuri barely had hear him.

Yurio would never admit it openly, but he liked Yuri. Despite the fact that the first weeks that they worked together he did everything to ignore him in revenge, because her boss was the one who gave him the nickname of 'Yurio'. Having two 'Yuri' was confusing and the black-haired boy had preference by seniority. As time passed and they work together, he realized that Yuri was a kind, timid and a easily manipulated person. Yurio hated manipulators, so it never occurred to him to try to take advantage of Yuri... Well, only once in a while, when he didn't feel like attending to customers.

"Oh. But we should go when your flu is gone." Yuri added as he remembered why the blond didn't go to work the day ago.

"I feel better than yesterday. Maybe we can go tomorrow."

The boys continued talking about other things, shutting up when customers came to the cash register to pay, until Yuri felt how his hand was taken by a person on the other side of the counter. He looked away from the bottle of water he was holding and lifted up his face only to meet again with those blue eyes behind dark glasses.

"Good evening, Yuri." Viktor greeted with a bright smile. In addition to the dark glasses, he was wearing a gabardine, as if he were incognito. Maybe it was to avoid the girls from the night before.

"A-ah ..." Yuri couldn't articulate words. He didn't think he will see again the silver-haired man again and so soon. Now he wasn't only nervous about his appeal, but also the fact that he was a famous person.

"Oi, what's wrong with you?" Yurio asked, frowning at the sight of his co-worked paralyzed. Then he looked at Viktor and recognized him. "It's the skater!"

"Oh. You discovered me." Viktor said tilting his head in disappointment. "I hope things won't change between us just for that, okay, Yuri?"

"Eh ..." Without knowing why, Yuri nodded, causing another smile on Viktor's lips. Yuri felt his cheeks burned again after noticing that his hands were still touching, so he took off his immediately.

"Hey! What is doing a famous person like you on a place like this?"

Yuri thanked internally Yurio's rude intervention, he could feel his own body trembling with nerves. And that same question was hanging around his head. Why was Viktor there for the second time?

"I came to see Yuri, of course," He responded so naturally, causing Yuri to shock. "Ah. And to buy water. I'm thirsty after training. "

Yurio shook his head.

"No, I mean. What are you doing in this city? Shouldn't be you in a glamorous one spending money?"

"I'm not on a pleasure trip, I'm on a business trip. I'm looking for a skating school that would please me so I can be a simple instructor. This city has a skating rink in top condition, so I decided to give it a try. I have been already assigned to a test group. In fact, I must return with them in a few minutes, the rest time is about to end ... By the way. I don't think we have been introduced yet. I am..."

"Viktor Nikiforov, yes, yes," He interrupted. "I am Yurio ... I mean! Yuri Plisetsky!" He exclaimed, his cheeks red with embarrassment. He was getting used to his nickname and he hated that.

"Oh. Two Yuri, but each one with opposite personalities. That's fun." He commented after laughing.

"Ah, just a moment." Yuri dared to speak as he see how the conversation flowing lightly. "If you are coaching a group right now, does that mean you might accept the job?"

"... Yes, it's a possiblility. If that happens, I would have to move and spend the rest of my life here. Would you like that, Yuri?" He asked, leaning over the counter, the black-haired boy backed away a little.

"A-ah, well, I ... I think the important thing here is how you feel."

"Well, for now I feel like things are going great and I'm meeting interesting people, like you, for example." Yuri blushed again.

"Oh? But why do you want to be an instructor?" Yurio asked, until his brain give him a hint. "Oh, yeah. Are you going to retire from skating because you're old, right? "

"Yurio!" Yuri admonished him with low voice.

"W-well, I wouldn't saying that, but... yes. I'm already at my age limit" Viktor replied, feeling a bit offended but not annoyed. "I not even thirty..."

"Pff ... And I'm barely eighteen. For me you're an old man." He said and returned to his cell phone to post on his social networks whom he had just met.

"Ple-please forgive him..."

"It's okay. I was his age too" He said with a shrug. "Can I know your age, Yuri?"

"Oh? Me?... I'm twenty-two. "

"And your favorite color?"

"Eh...? Why do you want to know that, Sir? "

"Please don't be so formal to me. Just call me Viktor. "

"Ah. I cannot do that. You're a customer..." He muttered, seeking Yurio's moral support, but the blond was ignoring them for using his cell phone.

"Then let's be friends." Viktor he said, offering to Yuri the most candid and warm smile that he had ever seen.

Yuri would lie if he said he wasn't flattered. He didn't have too many friends. In fact, Yurio was the closest to a friend he had. So, to having Viktor, a man who could have everything he wanted, in front of him, looking at him with those blues eyes waiting for a positive response, made his heart pounding. Too much pressure.

Gathering all the calm he could, he nodded.