Start With a Cold Brew (Victurio/Plov)

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I'm trying this whole Wattpad thing because people keep posting my fics up here without my permission.
This was written for Legacy: A Victurio Anthology last year! Thank you to Icicle and Phayte for the hand holding and wonderful suggestions when I was ready to give up! Art created for this fic credited to pumpkin!

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"I don't understand why you dragged me to this dump." Yuri Plisetsky crossed his arms and glared at his roommates as they held open the door to Stammi Vicino, a new cafe near the university. They had lured him in by saying all of the baristas were all hot. It wasn't like Yuri was shallow, but he also wouldn't say no to a good-looking man making his coffee.

The shop was disgustingly cute, mixing modern and rustic styles with impressive ease. Yuri liked the diner-style seats at the cafe bar. It was crowded, but Yuri supposed mid-morning on a Saturday was a busy time for a cafe near campus.

Otabek Altin glanced at JJ Leroy and raised his eyebrow. Yuri found an open booth and slumped into the seat. "Yuri, you have to order something."

"You order it for me. Cold brew."

JJ gave Otabek an exasperated look, then turned to Yuri. "You don't have to take out your frustration about your shitty job on us."

Yuri rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine."

He watched as JJ and Otabek walked to the counter to order, then slumped into the seat, resting his head on the table and throwing his hood over his head. Yuri was exhausted. He worked late the night before and was in dire need of a nap, but his boss would kill him if he was late to work again. Yakov never showed him an ounce of mercy.

His roommates sat down next to each other and laced their fingers together. Yuri gagged. They'd been unbearable since getting together before the winter holidays. Otabek pointedly ignored Yuri's noises.

"They roast all the beans themselves here."

Yuri played with the strings on his hoodie. "Am I supposed to be impressed?"

Otabek shrugged. "You're a coffee snob so I thought you'd be interested."

"I'm not a snob; I just like good coffee."

"Iced mocha for JJ!"

JJ stood up and retrieved his drink, standing near the counter to get the other's drinks. Otabek's cappuccino came out quickly, leaving Yuri wondering why the fuck it took so long to pour ice and coffee into a cup.

"Iced cold brew coffee for Yuri!"

His eyes traveled to the barista at the counter and Yuri felt his heart begin to beat faster. The man was obviously older than Yuri, but had the disposition of a much younger man. He had almost white hair, with piercing blue-gray eyes that sparkled as he smiled at everyone around him. He was tall and thin, which showed despite the black apron tied around his waist. Women and men alike stared as he stood with Yuri's drink in his hand.

He noticed Yuri watching him and walked over to them, leaving JJ's outstretched hand empty.

"I have a friend with the same name!" The barista handed Yuri his drink, their fingers touching as he passed over the plastic cup. Yuri stared into his eyes for a moment until he realized his mouth was hanging open.

He glanced at the label and frowned. "Yuuri."

The barista gave him a beaming smile. "Right, isn't that how you spell it?"

"Just one 'u.'" Yuri glared at him. He was hot but he was an idiot.

Viktor shrugged. "My name is Viktor. People spell my name with a 'c' instead of a 'k' all the time. They don't mean anything by it."