Unexpected ▪ Yuri On Ice

Caramel Frappuchino

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"So, what'd you want?" Yuuri asks as he rumages in the pocket of his black bomber jacket.

I look to the Starbucks list above us, trying to concentrate on it but failing because I'm on date with the Yuuri Katsuki.

I will love Chris eternally.

"Hmm a caramel frappuchino with coffe" Yuuri nods and steps up to the barista.

"Two caramel frappuchinos please. With coffee" the barista takes his money and pulls out two clear cups.

"Names?"

"I'm Yuuri with two u's and he's Victor" she nods and scribbles our names on the cups, astonishingly, she spells them wright.

"You like it too?" I ask, my hands fidgeting in the pockets of my jeans.

"Yea. It's my favourate." He smiles up at me and my heart skips more than one beat. That smile of his could make the sun rise at night.

"Same here" we smile at eachother until it gets akward, both of us distracting ourselves with our surroundings. Starbucks isn't very full, quiet as ever with people sitting on their apple laptops or reading books.

"I feel like a jerk" I blurt as we wait for our order.

"Why?" He regards me with the cutest look of confusion.

"Because I got your number and I didn't even text you"

"I thought that was quite weird too. I was convinced it was all a joke" he laughs nervously, collecting our frappuchinos

"Oh never, I meant everything I said that day" I follow him to a table by the window. That's the one I sit at when I come. We must be connected.

"Even the comment about us falling madly in love?" He glances back in amusement before sitting at the square table and putting down our drinks. He looks so pretty when he glances back like that.

"I thought I was so smooth when I said that" sighing, I sit opposite him.

"I thought you were too." He smiles shyly. I observe his long lashes in awe as he looks down at the table.

"Oh good" more relieved than he could ever know, I lean back and sip from my green straw.

"But you were joking right? I mean, falling in love with me? Really?" He frowns, playing with his straw.

"Why wouldn't I?" It's my turn to frown, leaning forward again.

"Why would you?"

"Because..."

How do I tell him it's because of the way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way he walks and talks, the way his voice is always soft, the colour of his eyes, his absolute talent at everything.

How do I tell him I'll love him because he's Yuuri Katsuki?

"Exactly"

I open my mouth to correct him, to tell him he's wrong.

Unfortunately, I am a pussy.

"Oh, this is your cup" Yuuri looks at the sharpie scribble on the plastic then turns it my way, for me to read my name on his cup.

"I have yours?" I look down and grin at the fact, immediately taking out my phone and capturing a selfie with the cup, Yuuri's name proudly showing. He rolls his eyes and unzips his jacket.

"If Pichit ever sees that he'll never let it go" Yuuri mumbles into the straw, closing his lips over it and sucking.

I mentally slap myself at the thought of wanting him to do that to something other than the straw.