Yuri was glad to be able to huddle on the seat while they drove. He shifted a bit closer than necessary, hands reating against Otabek's back.

He remembered the conversation they had over the phone and thougut about it again.

Otabek was nice.. he deserved betterms, right? He just didn't know yet.

Not that Yuri wasn't great. He just didn't feel all that great. The coffee shop came too quickly and Yuri didn't climb off the bike right away. He just pulled his helmet off and looked up at Otabek.

"So is this a date?"