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This was just great.
This was turning out to be the worst morning ever.
He grabbed his cell phone from the passenger seat, opened the driver's side door and climbed out of his car. He pressed the speed dial for his employer and waited for the receptionist to answer. He turned his head and saw the other driver approaching him. Walking around the front of the car, he grimaced when he saw the wrinkled metal and steamy water flooding from the radiator. The other car's bumper was embedded into the grill. This is the last thing he needed today.
“I'm so sorry!” the other driver said when he reached Viktor.
He held a hand up to him, silently asking him to wait. The receptionist finally answered the phone and directed his call to his boss. Once he informed her he'd be late and no, he didn't know what time he'd be in, he hung up and turned his attention to the other driver.
Well, well, what do we have here?
The man was shorter than him by a few inches, jet black hair that was slicked back with a bit of gel. His glasses left something to be desired, but Viktor admired those large chocolate brown eyes. His lightly tanned skin was unblemished and looked so soft that Viktor wanted to run his hand along his cheek. His body looked enticing as well, but it was hard to tell from the overcoat he was wearing.
Simply put, he was fucking gorgeous.
“I'm so sorry! Someone pulled out in front of me and I had to slam on my brakes,” he rambled, “Oh no, you spilled your coffee all over your coat.”
The man put his hands in his coat pockets before pulling them out and patting the chest of his coat.
“I can't find my handkerchief,” he muttered, looking confused.
“Don't worry about it,” Viktor replied, pulling a silk cloth from the inside pocket of his coat and dabbing the wet spot to soak up as much moisture as he could. “I guess we should call the police, Mr…”
“Katsuki. I'm Yuuri Katsuki. And you are?” he asked, holding out his hand.
“Viktor Nikiforov,” he replied, shaking Yuuri's hand.
“Nice to meet you, though I wish it were under different circumstances.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” Viktor said, smiling when a delicious blush peppered Yuuri's face.
Yuuri turned and gestured toward his wrecked car.
“I'm going to get my insurance card. I'll be back in a minute,” he said, walking back to his car. Viktor watched Yuuri retreat, admiring the slight sway of his hips.
“Well, this has definitely made today better,” he said to himself.
Even though he was beyond pissed his car was totaled, he was silently thanking the gods for letting him run into this piece of eye candy. He chuckled, realizing he had run into him both literally and figuratively.
Viktor walked to the passenger side of his car and opened the door, rummaging through the center console until he found his insurance card and registration. Looking forward to trading personal information with Yuuri, Viktor walked back to the front of his car and waited for him to return.
Yuuri returned with his paperwork along with a large square bag, Viktor wondering why someone would need a bag that big. They exchanged phone numbers and addresses along with insurance information. When Viktor finished writing Yuuri's address on the back of his card, an older officer had arrived, stating a passerby had called the accident in and asked if either of them were hurt. After denying injury, the officer pulled each of them aside to get their statements of the accident. When they relayed their version of the event and the officer finished his conversation with dispatch, he rejoined the two men.
“The good thing is both of your statements match so there won't be a problem there. You've made the reconstructor’s job easier. The bad news,” he said, looking at Viktor, “is you get the ticket. You rear ended Mr. Katsuki and state law requires that I give it to you.”
“But that's unfair! I slammed my brakes. He didn't have time to react!” Yuuri yelled. Viktor smirked at him, thinking it was cute how he was trying to get Viktor out of the ticket.
“That's the way it is, kid.” Viktor was amused when Yuuri's face darkened and eyes glittered in anger briefly.
He wrote the ticket and handed it to Viktor. Viktor read it and grimaced when he saw the cost. Not only was his car totaled and he had an upcoming battle with the insurance company, but he had a $400 ticket and two points on his driving record.
He shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.
“I'm sorry, Viktor. Please, let me pay for the ticket. It really wasn't your fault,” Yuuri muttered.
Viktor was touched. Yuuri felt bad and truly wanted to make the situation better. This guy was something else. Viktor half expected the heavens to open, holy light shining down on Yuuri and highlighting his halo.
“That isn't necessary. I do appreciate the offer,” Viktor replied, smiling at him.
He was rewarded with that beautiful blush. Viktor sighed inwardly, thinking he could spend all day watching Yuuri's blush and be content.
“Well, will you at least let me replace your coffee? There's a shop a couple blocks down I usually go to every morning.”
“Sure. Let me grab my briefcase,” Viktor said, walking to the passenger side of his car.
He found it on the floor, open with papers strewn everywhere. He sighed, silently cursing himself for not fastening the clasp as he gathered the papers and shoved them in the bag. He dreaded reorganizing them.
Viktor returned to Yuuri and the two walked to the coffee shop, talking about trivial subjects such as the weather. The air had begun to shed its winter chill and make way to the slight warmth of spring, Yuuri pointing out blooming crocuses when they passed a raised flower bed.
“See, that's a sign that spring is just around the corner. Crocuses are the first flowers that bloom in the year. They even push through the snow,” Yuuri explained.
“You sure do know your flowers,” Viktor teased, smiling at Yuuri when his now infamous blush sprinkled light pink along his cheeks.
“My mom planted crocuses back home. She would regale me with details of every flower she had in her garden. I didn't really care at the time, but now I really miss her garden,” Yuuri said wistfully.
“Can you go back home and visit?” Viktor inquired.
“My family is in Japan. They run a hot springs inn so they can't get away that easily. And with my job being the way it is, it's hard for me to get enough time off."
Their conversation halted when they entered the coffee shop. Viktor tilted his head and read the menu, contemplating either a caramel macchiato or salted caramel latte. He lifted a finger to his lips as he thought between the two, brought out of his trance when a slightly accented voice called his name.
“Viktor, what would you like?”
“Hmm...which do you think is better? The caramel macchiato or the salted caramel latte?”
“I really don't know. I usually just get plain coffee with milk and two sugars,” Yuuri said.
Viktor looked at him in mock horror. He was pleased when Yuuri gave him a small smile, but what made it was great was the smile touched his eyes. Those beautiful brown orbs were shining as bright as any star Viktor had seen, taking his breath away.
“What do you recommend, my dear lady?” Viktor asked, shifting his attention to the barista.
Viktor chuckled watching the young woman become flabbergasted. He knew he was good looking, but wouldn't go as far as saying he was gorgeous as some said. He was a charmer and liked to make people feel good about themselves. He rarely meant what he said, but if he could lift someone's spirit for a day it was worth it.
The barista recommended the macchiato, so Viktor ordered that. Yuuri insisted on getting him the largest one they had. When they had their coffees, Yuuri shook his free hand to look at his watch.
“I'm late. I should probably be going,” Yuuri said. Viktor could swear he heard disappointment tinge the others voice.
“As am I, but I'm having such a horrible day I really don't care. Let's find a table, enjoy our coffees and get to know each other,” Viktor suggested.
“You want to get to know the person that destroyed your car?” Yuuri said, shock apparent on his face.
“Yes, I do,” Viktor replied, gesturing for him to find a table.
They seated themselves in a corner booth. Yuuri lifted the lid off his drink and blew on it while Viktor thought for the millionth time that morning that he was absolutely adorable. Viktor took a sip of his drink, closing his eyes in pleasure as the taste of caramel burst along his taste buds.
“Oh, this is good. This is really good,” he said, opening his eyes when he heard a soft giggle. It was music to his ears.
“I've never seen someone like coffee that much,” Yuuri joked.
“It's not the coffee, it's the caramel. I'd pretty much do anything for caramel,” Viktor said, smiling at him.
“Anything, eh? I'll have to remember that,” Yuuri stated, blushing deeper when Viktor grinned and winked at him.
“I wanted to ask you. Where on earth did you get a bag like that? Why does anyone need a such a large bag?” Viktor asked.
Yuuri looked down at his bag then back at Viktor. He grabbed the strap and lifted the bag, placing it on the table.
“Want to see what's in it?” Yuuri asked.
“Sure. Color me intrigued.”
Yuuri unfastened the clasp, threw the cover back and unzipped the large pocket. He tilted the bag and let Viktor peer inside. Viktor's brows furrowed when he saw numerous different types of screwdrivers, plastic tweezers, clamps, multiple rubber mats and parts he had no clue what they went in. He tilted his head when he saw a stack of discs protruding from an inner pocket.
“May I?” he asked, grasping the edge of the bag with a hand.
“Sure,” Yuuri replied.
Viktor pulled the discs from the pocket and riffled through them. Some were software, but music CDs were sprinkled among them. He recognized a few of them: a popular British jazz singer, a few opera CDs, some were in a language he didn't know. He presumed they were Japanese.
“You have an eclectic range of music,” Viktor stated, “But why do you have two copies of Carmen?”
“It's my favorite opera. If one gets scratched I have a backup,” Yuuri explained.
“Why don't you put it on your phone? Doesn't it have a music app?”
“Oh, it is on my phone,” he replied, the slight blush returning, “I just really like the opera.”
“I would say so,” Viktor said, smiling at him and not wanting Yuuri to feel bad about his obsession, he took a sip of his drink before changing the subject, “What occupation would have a man carry tools like this?”
“Oh, I'm in IT. More specifically network administration and cyber security. I do a lot of repairs though. When servers break, I'm the one they call,” Yuuri explained.
“Ah, sounds complicated,” Viktor said.
“Nah, not really. I've been tinkering with computers for years. I could probably do it in my sleep now,” he said, downplaying his talent.
“Well, I find it very impressive.”
Yuuri smiled at him and took a sip of his coffee, looking at the bag placed against the wall.
“You said you had to get your briefcase from your car,” Yuuri observed.
“Yep, and I did,” Viktor replied, taking another sip.
“That's not a briefcase,” Yuuri stated.
“Yes, it is.”
“Viktor, that's a messenger bag,” Yuuri said, giggling when Viktor's eyes flew open in shock and a hand flew to his chest.
“Yuuri, how you wound me!” he yelled in fake horror. His outburst caused several patrons to look in their direction but Viktor ignored them. Yuuri was the only one he was interested in at the moment.
“Amazon said it was a briefcase,” he revealed, “And it makes me feel important.”
Yuuri shook with the laughter bubbling up within him, wiping the tears forming in his eyes away and looking back at Viktor.
“What do you do?” he asked, “For work, I mean.”
“I'm an editor,” Viktor replied.
“An editor? What does that entail? Do you work at a newspaper or website company or something?”
Viktor shook his head before answering.
“No, I work at a book publishing company. I interview potential and current writers regarding their works. I read manuscripts, make corrections and offer suggestions on how to make the piece better. I'm also on the committee that approves or shelves works. I hate having to inform people that we aren't publishing them. The light goes out in their eyes,” Viktor said, looking at the paper cup as he spun it in his hand.
“Do you have to do that a lot?” Yuuri asked.
“More often than not. We pick up less than ten percent of new writers. Most of our publications are from established clients. It's unfair, but it's how the business works,” Viktor explained.
“I don't think I could do your job,” Yuuri admitted.
“Sometimes I don't think I can do it, especially the days I'm assigned a horrendous manuscript. You don't know how many times I've wanted to stab myself in the head with my pen,” he muttered.
“Wait, you don't read or make corrections on a laptop or tablet?” Yuuri asked. Viktor was impressed and flattered he had so many questions, that Yuuri was truly interested.
“No, I do it old school. I like the feel of paper in my hands, the sound of flipping the pages. It creates the perfect atmosphere.”
“I know what you mean,” Yuuri replied, pulling a book from an outer pocket of his bag and showing it to him. Viktor surprised him when he chuckled.
“He's one of ours. Thanks for supporting my salary,” Viktor joked, laughing.
“Really? He's one of my favorite authors. I don't have a favorite but I love the authors Integral publishes. You really work for them?” Yuuri asked in absolute awe.
“Yep, I'm one of three senior editors,” Viktor replied.
“No way. I don't believe you!”
Viktor pulled his wallet from his pocket and dug around for his business card holder. He pulled the small platinum box out and slid a card out, handing it to Yuuri and watching him read it. He looked back to Viktor a minute later, gaping at him.
“Wow. I am thoroughly impressed.”
Viktor propped an elbow on the table and let his chin rest on his hand, shrugging the comment off.
“It's honestly not that big of a deal,” Viktor mumbled.
“Well, at least let me thank you for providing me wonderful reading material while I'm waiting for an OS to upload and install on a server,” Yuuri said, bowing his head. Viktor chuckled, amused.
“You're very welcome,” he said, accepting the gracious comment, “but what's an OS?”
“Operating system. You know how you have Windows or macOS on your computer?” he asked, pausing when Viktor nodded, “That's an OS. It integrates other programs and allows them to run. It's the foundation. I work with Windows sometimes, but I deal primarily with Linux. It's another operating system, though it's mainly used by server administrators or geeks like me.”
“That's a mouthful. Now it's my turn to be impressed. Your job sounds much more fun than mine,” Viktor said.
“It's actually quite boring. Most of my time is spent sitting around, so I bring other things to do. I usually read and listen to music,” Yuuri replied.
"So, if my laptop breaks, I know who to call," Viktor teased.
"Yeah, sure. I'll give you the friends' discount," he said, smiling slyly at Viktor.
They were interrupted by a nearby buzzing. Viktor pulled his phone from his pocket, pressing a few icons on the screen and read a recent text message. It was from his boss.
“Speaking of work, my boss is threatening me with bodily harm if I don't make it in soon. I guess that's my cue,” Viktor said, standing and gathering his belongings. Yuuri stood seconds later and lifted his bag off the bench, slinging it over a shoulder.
“Well, Yuuri, even though the way we met was terrible I have really enjoyed the time spent with you. Maybe we'll run into each other again?” Viktor asked.
“Possibly. Have a great day,” Yuuri said, smiling at him.
He turned and walked to the door leading outside, Viktor watching him walk past the window and disappear into the crowd.
I hope it's sooner than later, Yuuri.
He had been contemplating whether he should for hours now. It was getting late and if he didn't do it now, he wouldn't. He picked the slip of paper off the coffee table and pressed the digits onto the screen, hitting the send button. He counted the rings, feeling his heart beat faster. He had almost given up when the other person picked up on the third ring.
“Hello?” the voice asked, sounding extremely sleepy.
“Yes. May I ask who's calling?”
“Viktor? Oh! Viktor! I'm sorry. It's been a long day. I'm usually more together.”
Viktor chuckled into the phone, imagining that beautiful blush creeping up Yuuri's neck.
“No problem. I wanted to call and make sure you were ok. You know, after the accident. Sometimes injuries don't show themselves until after. Like whiplash or something like that.”
“Oh no! I'm fine. A little sore from the seat belt but other than that I'm fine. Are you alright?”
Viktor was touched by Yuuri's concern, thinking he was something else. Not only was Yuuri the most delicious being he'd ever laid his eyes on, but he was incredibly kindhearted.
“No injuries here.”
Viktor wasn't going to tell him about the bruising on his chest from his seat belt.
“Well, that's good. It could have been worse.”
The line was silent for several minutes. Neither of them knew what to say. Viktor heard Yuuri clear his throat.
“Would you, um, would you like to go to the bookstore with me this Saturday morning? I'm wanting to get some new ones and was thinking maybe you could help me find some that are decent.”
The request had Viktor grinning like an idiot. Yuuri wanted to see him again. His shyness and hesitation was adorable. He decided to have a little fun with it.
“What? What do you mean depends?”
“Well, do you want Viktor the editor or Viktor the person to help you pick out books?”
“Oh! Um, Viktor the person. I don't like working on the weekends so I'm not going to ask anyone else to do it. When we were talking at the coffee shop this morning I was impressed with your vocabulary. You use words most don't. When one has an extensive vocabulary, it usually denotes intelligence, they're well-read or both. That and...um…”
Viktor tilted his head, wondering what Yuuri was thinking. If it was flustering him that much it had to be interesting.
“I wanted to see you again.”
Viktor's eyes widened and heat rushed through his body. He switched his phone to the other ear, licking his lips before replying.
“I would like that. What time would you like to meet?”
They exchanged details and plans for the upcoming Saturday. Viktor didn't remember how long it had been since he looked forward to a day arriving. His life revolved around work and he usually spent the weekend poring over manuscripts. They were saying their goodbyes when Yuuri admitted something that warmed Viktor's heart.
“Viktor, I'm really glad you called.”
“Me too. But you sound exhausted so I'll let you go. Sleep well and see you Saturday.”
“Good night, Viktor.”
Viktor walked to the lamp in the corner of the room. He was bubbling with excitement as he turned the lamp off, throwing the room in complete darkness.
“Until Saturday, my sweet Yuuri.”