[ Since it hasn't even been a month, Yuuri isn't going to nag at Viktor for not having a job immediately. He knows that it was good fortune for him to have one literally drop in his lap. Never in his life he would imagined himself working as a barista nor being flirted with for being said barista. The latter being a fact that he didn't realize until much later...
Guess there were people who were deeply interested in otherworlders? ...even after they've expressed how they were not "on the market". He wore a ring on his finger! How much proof did he need?!
Regardless Yuuri leads the way without another word. He navigates them to the place with ease—it was located on an alternative path on his way to work. The outside is as uninspiring as ever and still gives off the feeling of dubiousness. The sign out front (that Yuuri assumes it belongs to the restaurant) simply reads "Tasty Morsels". Yuuri mentally prepares himself as he walks down the stairs and opens the door to the restaurant.
Please don't be weird. Please don't be weird. Please don't be weird.
To his delight, it opens up to a fancy but quaint lobby with a pleasant woman greeting them at a stand. There's nothing concerning about it at all! It looks like a typical fancy hole-in-the-wall place... ... ...except Yuuri is doing his best not to notice the line of men dressed up in various styles(??) lined up on either side of her. May...be they were just there for greeting? Which would be the lie that Yuuri would keep telling himself if one of the guys, a man similarly in build to Viktor but dressed as a butler(??) gives Yuuri an once over and a wink.
...help. ]
Hello! Did you have a reservation?
[ LOOK VIKTOR HE DIDN'T MEANT TO BRING YOU TO A HOST(???) CAFE......RESTAURANT??? ]
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Guess there were people who were deeply interested in otherworlders? ...even after they've expressed how they were not "on the market". He wore a ring on his finger! How much proof did he need?!
Regardless Yuuri leads the way without another word. He navigates them to the place with ease—it was located on an alternative path on his way to work. The outside is as uninspiring as ever and still gives off the feeling of dubiousness. The sign out front (that Yuuri assumes it belongs to the restaurant) simply reads "Tasty Morsels". Yuuri mentally prepares himself as he walks down the stairs and opens the door to the restaurant.
Please don't be weird. Please don't be weird. Please don't be weird.
To his delight, it opens up to a fancy but quaint lobby with a pleasant woman greeting them at a stand. There's nothing concerning about it at all! It looks like a typical fancy hole-in-the-wall place... ... ...except Yuuri is doing his best not to notice the line of men dressed up in various styles(??) lined up on either side of her. May...be they were just there for greeting? Which would be the lie that Yuuri would keep telling himself if one of the guys, a man similarly in build to Viktor but dressed as a butler(??) gives Yuuri an once over and a wink.
...help. ]
Hello! Did you have a reservation?
[ LOOK VIKTOR HE DIDN'T MEANT TO BRING YOU TO A HOST(???) CAFE......RESTAURANT??? ]