The sound of his alarm ringing woke Yuuri up. The blaring ring continued for a few minutes before he finally picked up his phone to switch it off. Six thirty. It was Monday. Usually on Mondays Leo would join him at the lunch-time shift when things got busy due to college students and adults grabbing their coffee before heading back to work. But Leo had taken time off to study for his exams. Chris would be covering his shift instead. Yuuri groaned. It's not that he didn't like Christophe , he was a good guy but he had the tenancy to flirt with every customer. Sometimes even Yuuri. He was pretty sure Chris would flirt with anything that moved. He'd worked with Christophe quite often as he had been working their longer than Yuuri had, and was only two years older. Finally, Yuuri sat up and rubbed his face. Get up, go to work, come home, sleep. The routine.
Customs and security was a nightmare but they were used to it. Not that that stopped it from being unbelievably annoying and inconvenient. It also didn't stop Yuri from whining about it for a whole hour. Teenagers. Viktor had had twelve years experience of waiting in line, Yuri had only a couple of months. Eventually passing through customs was a blessing, baggage claim was not. It took forever, or it felt like it. Viktor had had to drag Yuri away from yelling at a lady who had his bag.
"This is what you get for leopard print, " Viktor chided. Taxis were even more of a nightmare.
Chris arrived fifteen minutes early to his shift, slipping on an apron. "Why the long face Yuuri, no cute customers?" He winks.
"Work is work, I guess." Yuuri looks up, "Here early to hit on customers?"
"You wound me." Chris looks mock crestfallen and puts his hand over his heart, "Actually, I'm here early because it's almost Winter, it's cold and you keep getting sad but still won't go home."
He's right, Yuuri thinks. Christmas and his birthday are coming up soon. "Not that that's any of your business..." Yuuri mutters.
"I'm saying this as a friend. You need to stop moping about what's happened in the past. You're family love you, they'll miss you, also cute customer at ten o'clock.
Yuuri sighed, as Chris put on on if his dazzling smiles and almost sing-songed some lame flattery about hair the silver of the moon. Had a line like that literally ever worked? Ever? Apparently, because the man was blushing.
"So, what will it be?" Chris crooned.
The man smiled, pushing his hair out his eyes and looking up at the menu. "Thank you. A... Soy chain tea latte. Please."
"And your name?" Chris asked, uncapping the marker.
"Viktor... With a K."
Yuuri eyed Chris and whispered, "I swear, you better not write Kictor. We are not going over the Cark incident." Chris winked and Yuuri as he scribbled on the cup before he passed it over.
Yuuri threw a paper cup at his head.