Yurio x reader

Well..

It was only 7:30 am. You decided to have breakfast out for a change.
'Hmm there's a cool coffee shop down the road from here I think' you thought to yourself. You had past it on the bus one evening after you had been to the ice rink.

Due to you having a lot of free time you decided to take up skating, you past all of your GCSE's (exams) so you only had to attend college once a week.

You walked to the coffee shop. It was freezing outside. 'It was a good job I remembered my coat..' You thought and sighed.
As you opened the shop door a tiny bell rang. The whole room was filled with Christmas's decorations. Dashes of green and red splattered all over. The place was packed so you decide to sit at a pair table in the corner next to the window.

"May I take your order miss?" A woman asked as she took out her note pad and Pen from her apron pouch. You glanced up "Yes. Could I have a (f/d) and a plate of (f/f)." You looked her dead in the eye and she stuttered "y-yes m-miss. Right away!" You just looked at her concerned.

Your p.o.v

'How frustrating. What a pain.' Your thoughts build up as you pull a stern face. I was snapped out of those thoughts when another waitress returned with my food. How strange its not the same one as before..
I shook it off and ate my food in silence.

Narrators p.o.v

You finished your food and the waitress collected your plate. You decided to look through social media such as Instagram mainly. You followed a few skaters like victor nikivirov and yuuri katsuki.
You were brought back to reality when you noticed a short boy tapped on your table. "Can I sit here please." He sounded pissed but you couldn't care less "do what you want." Your response was cold.

Your p.o.v

He sat in the seat across from me. I stared out of the window and to my surprise it was snowing. Just great.
I continued to stear out the when I noticed ,in the reflection of the glass, the stranger across from me was stearing.
I glanced over to him and then turned my head so i was fully facing him. "What are you looking at." Bearing in mind I was looking him dead in the eye just as a did with the waitress.
His eyes were a blue-ish green and were beautiful. I started of notice more about him. His hair was short and blonde and he wore a leopard print hoodie. Although I was looking him up and down I kept the same expression on my face. Which was blank.

"I wasn't stearing. I glanced in your direction." He said as he looked down at his phone.
I huffed and turned my head back to the window.

*There was a short pause*

"Do you know who I am ?" I turned my attention back to him.
"No?" When I spoke that simple word he seemed a bit taken back.
"Fine. Do you know who victor nikiverov is." His tone went back to pissed.
"Yes. Why?" As I said that a waiters came over and asked for his order.
He asked for a paper and pen ?
I looked at the waitress in confusion and she shot back the same look.
We both watched as he scribbled some stuff down and hand me the paper. "What's t-" and with that he stood up and walled out.

'What a weirdo.'