Yuri had often caught Otabek's eye at the club. As he worked, he would find himself occasionally paying more attention to the other as he danced than what he was meant to be doing. He'd have to catch himself so not to mess up his carefully planned set. Otabek really liked the way Yuri looked, so he was looking forward to the opportunity to get to know him a bit better, beyond work and the little bits of time they'd get after work. He just hoped that he didn't mess it up himself.
He was also hoping that any hint of nerves wasn't present. Otabek had a habit of keeping in his own head a lot, and it gave him too many chances to get to himself.
He walks with Yuri to the bike and settles on it, a blush settling in his cheeks when Yuri wrapped his arms around his waist. "None for me, at least." It didn't mean that he'd be bothered if Yuri wanted to have anything. Otabek liked riding his motorcycle. He liked the chance to get close to Yuri. He was one of the few people Otabek liked to have on his bike. "I won't crash." It was the last thing he said before starting the bike and heading off in the direction where they were going to be eating.
The place they were going was a small, private-looking bistro. There was an option to seat outside, as well, if they should want. Otabek prefers a quiet corner where they could spend time talking. He'd been here only a couple times on his own, but knew it'd be much better with company.
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He was also hoping that any hint of nerves wasn't present. Otabek had a habit of keeping in his own head a lot, and it gave him too many chances to get to himself.
He walks with Yuri to the bike and settles on it, a blush settling in his cheeks when Yuri wrapped his arms around his waist. "None for me, at least." It didn't mean that he'd be bothered if Yuri wanted to have anything. Otabek liked riding his motorcycle. He liked the chance to get close to Yuri. He was one of the few people Otabek liked to have on his bike. "I won't crash." It was the last thing he said before starting the bike and heading off in the direction where they were going to be eating.
The place they were going was a small, private-looking bistro. There was an option to seat outside, as well, if they should want. Otabek prefers a quiet corner where they could spend time talking. He'd been here only a couple times on his own, but knew it'd be much better with company.