Record shop feels |VICTUURI AU|

Chapter 3: A Night of Revelry

READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING: THIS WILL PLAY OUT LIKE THE BANQUET

As I walked out of the diner, I was surprised to see Yuuri waiting for me outside. "Hey, Victor!" he called out, waving.

"Hey, Yuuri," I replied, a smile forming on my face.

"I was wondering if maybe you'd like to grab a drink with me?" he asked, his eyes hopeful.

"Sure, that sounds great," I said, my heart racing with anticipation. 

Sure, here's a possible revision without the word "said":

"Do you have your own car we could drive, or should we chase a taxi down?" he inquired.

"I think we should call a cab so we won't have to worry about drink driving," I suggested. "Anyways, can you even drive, Yuuri?"

"No, I'm not that rich to afford driving lessons," he responded, shrugging.

"Anyways, I'm nineteen, so if I earned enough money, I could drive," he added, with a shrug.

As we stood on the side of the road, I couldn't help but feel a slight sense of discomfort as I realized the age gap between us. "Wow, a bit of an age gap then," I remarked as I started to wave over taxis passing by.

Curiosity got the best of Yuuri as he asked, "Why? How old are you?"

I hesitated for a moment, feeling self-conscious about the four-year age difference. But then, I decided to respond confidently, "23."

As we hailed a cab, I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about the age difference between us. Four years may not seem like much, but in that moment, it felt like a significant gap. I wondered if Yuuri was thinking the same thing.

As we got into the backseat of the taxi, Yuuri leaned over and asked, "So, does the age gap bother you?" His black ebony hair tickling my ear ever so slightly.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "Not really," I said finally. "I just didn't realize how much older I am until now."

Yuuri nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I get that. But honestly, I don't really care about age. It's only 4 years, like if i was 40 and you were 44 it wouldn't seem like a big deal, you know?"

I smiled at his words, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe the age difference wasn't such a big deal after all.

As the taxi started moving, I took a moment to glance at Yuuri, taking in his appearance. His black hair was tousled, as if he had been running his fingers through it repeatedly. The sight of his messy hair made me want to reach out and run my own fingers through it. His big brown eyes were half-closed, heavy with sleep, and framed by his thick, blue glasses. I couldn't help but find them endearing; they added to his already adorable look.

I caught myself staring and quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't noticed. But as I turned my head, our eyes met, and a small smile played at the corners of his lips. My heart raced at the sight of that smile, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of affection for him wash over me.

I looked away, trying to compose myself. It was too early to be thinking about how I felt about Yuuri, especially when I wasn't entirely sure myself. But in that moment, I couldn't help but think that he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen, with his messy hair, rose tinted cheeks, sleepy expression, and big chunky glasses.