cigarettes // yuri on ice

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Yuri went inside the gas station to pay. When he walked in, he didn't really see anyone at first. It was late, anyways. It wasn't like he was expecting to.

The overhead lights were somewhat painfully bright compared to the dark outside, and the green and white tile floor showed signs of being aged but somewhat clean. Yuri winced as he walked forward, when he heard someone say "A lighter and a pack of cigarettes please." He blinked, once, twice, then realized that the head of hair he was gazing upon was a very memorable, unique light-grey he had always admired.

Yuri took a few more steps, and attempted to get a better look of may be just a coincidence.

"Yeah, thank you," the male said and took the items, then paid.

Yuri recognized it right away.

"Oh my God it's you."