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To @eimik From @mrscalculation
To  @eimik From  @graveyardliliesÂ
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âThere he goes again.â Viktor leaned on the front counter, watching the sidewalk outside their coffee shop with mild interest.
âWho?â Mila, his coworker and friend, barely looked up from the espresso shot glasses sheâs cleaning.
âYuraâs boyfriend.â
âI donât have a boyfriend,â the younger teen in question interjected as he came out from the back room with a tray of still-hot pirozhkis. He sat the tray down carefully in its place in the display.
âYou would if you asked him out already.â Mila blinked innocently at Yuri.
âShut up, hag.â Yuri glared. âHeâs barely a friend. I only ever see him for a few minutes while heâs here, and thatâs not even every day.â
âItâs only not every day because he keeps walking if he doesnât see you,â Viktor smirked. âIâve seen him do it, usually around this time every day.â
âIâve seen it, too.â Mila agreed.
âNow youâre just assuming shit.â Yuri rolled his eyes. âMaybe he doesnât always have the time to stop in.â
âHeâs definitely looking for his favorite kitten,â Mila teased.
Yuri shook his head. âYouâre getting delusional now.â
âDelusional?â Viktor crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his chin thoughtfully, a mischievous glint in his eye. âIs that why you tend to bring out fresh pastries around this time?â
Yuriâs face heated up, even as he glared. âItâs just when things finish baking, asshole. Grandpa has a schedule he wants me to keep in the mornings.â
âUh huh.â
Mila snickered.
âBoth of you assholes need to stay out of my business.â Yuri was growing more and more irritated. He wasnât about to admit that he was embarrassed.
âIâm just saying, thereâs nothing wrong with a little romance.â Viktor shrugged. He grabbed a cloth from one of the nearby bleach water containers and started to wipe down the front counter area.
Yuri was about to retort, but the bell signaling the front door open cut him off before any sound could leave. Instead he turned to more fully face the front. âWelcome to- oh, hey Beka.â
Both Mila and Viktor looked up to see the regular in question, standing a few feet away from the counter with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his usual leather jacket. The pair exchanged a look.
âViktor, Iâve been meaning to tell you, I think I found a screw coming loose from one of the shelves in the back.â Mila nodded to the back room.
Viktor was confused for a millisecond, then smiled. âOh? Why donât you show me and Iâll get to work on that right now.â
âSure.â Mila waved her hand for Viktor to follow, and the two disappeared into the back.
Damn busybodies, Yuri thought, shaking his head. âDonât mind them. You getting your usual today?â
âActually, I just wanted to talk to you,â Otabek quietly admitted. âAbout something.â
Yuri looked slightly confused. âUm, sure. What did you want to talk about?â His mind flipped through possibilities, settling on one that made his eyes narrow. âDonât tell me those idiots back there have been harassing you. Theyâre always so annoying, Iâll tell my grandfather theyâre getting complaints.â
âNo, nothing like that.â Otabek took a couple awkward steps closer to the counter. âI just wanted to say, I really like our conversations whenever I stop in.â
âYeah?â Yuri ignored how his heart skipped a beat. Otabek liked their conversations.
âYeah.â Otabekâs expression remained passive, but he reached up and scratched the back of his neck idly. âSo, I thought, maybe we could meet up and talk when youâre not working? Maybe get something to eat.â
Yuriâs mind stuttered a little. Was thisâŠ? âYou mean, like a date?â
Otabekâs posture stiffened. âIf you donât want to, itâs ok. I just thought, maybe-â
âYeah.â Yuri cut him off, a soft smile on his lips. âI can meet you down at that new noodle place down the road after work. Maybe at 8?â
Otabek smiled, a small smile that almost couldnât be called a smile, but it warmed Yuriâs chest all the same. âYeah, sounds good. Iâll see you then.â
Yuri nodded, his smile turning into more of a smirk. âIâm still telling Grandpa you were complaining about the idiots. Itâll be funny.â
Otabek chuckled. He finally approached the counter, grabbing a napkin and a pen. âHere, you can text me and Iâll avoid coming in when your grandpaâs here so it really looks like Iâm upset.â
âI like the way you think."
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