Yuuri didn't call Viktor that night. He'd saved it to his phone, just in case. No doubt Chris had given Victor his number. Chris knew what Yuuri was like. A week had passed. Yuuri hadn't called all week, Viktor hadn't visited him at work. Chris probably knew that too. He probably knew a lot more than Yuuri would like to admit. It's not that he didn't want to call. Or even text. Did Viktor really want Yuuri to call him? Was he just being too nice. Nobody had given their number to Yuuri before. He didn't know whether he intended to call.
Which is probably why Chris cornered him after work the next Monday.
"You haven't called him." Not a question. "Don't tell me you don't like him, I know you're lying. I know you've only ever liked that girl from back home but it's time to get out there."
"How do you know about Yuuko?"
"Last Christmas party. You were drunk. You drank like eight glasses." Chris shakes his head fondly, "Call him."
"I don't... What if I just annoy him?" he mumbles.
"What if you stop the mentality that you annoy everyone and realise people like and care about you." Chris sighed, passing Yuuri his own phone. "What if you called him?"
Yuuri hadn't called. Chris had as good as promised this wasn't some unrequited crush on some guy or a one night thing. Yuuri hadn't called or texted all week. So Viktor hadn't messaged Yuuri, he didn't want to push him. He was alone in his apartment. The light on his phone flashes. Chris.
"Chris, hey."
"Viktor." Not Chris.
"Yuuri!" he says, shocked. "Yuuri." he repeats softer, "Hey."
"Yeah, hey. I was wondering if you were free tonight?" Viktor thrusts his hands in the air in celebration.
"Yeah, Sure, sure. Uh... is there anywhere you wanna go? What time?"
"I'm just finishing work for the day, any... anywhere really." Chris gives him an encouraging thumbs up. Yuuri his finger up at Chris. Just thought one.
Viktor wasn't over-dramatic. He just had nothing to wear. What would Yuuri think would look good? Yuuri was way out if his league wasn't he? Young and beautiful and shy? He didn't even know what Yuuri liked? Did Yuuri drink? What food did he like? Viktor's mind was yelling. He lied. Viktor was dramatic. He was also a mess. He'd never been so confused in his life. But Yuuri, finally, had called. He'd been getting worried. Was he too old, was he not going to be good enough.
He settled on his usual coat and scarf, even though it was warmer here than in Russia. He was going to pick Yuuri up from work. He was going to talk to Yuuri. He was going to get food with Yuuri. It was a date. An actual date. A date with Yuuri.
The sky was dark, with winter around the corner. Unfortunately the light pollution stopped the stars from showing, not as romantic as Viktor would have liked. Viktor, admittedly, was a sucker for romance. But this had to be good enough. He walked quietly. Minute after minute getting closer. And then he's there, stood under the street light.
Viktor cups his mouth, "YUURI!" he grins and waves.