"Why the long face, lover boy?" the Swiss skater grabbed a playful handful from behind, startling Yuuri.
"Oh, Chris, hi," Yuuri shifted to one side, trying to get away from Chris's sticky hands.
He was leaning against the bar, a glass of orange juice in front of him, which he was eyeing mournfully.
"Don't be so sad," Chris nudged him in the ribs. "They're organic."
"What?" Yuuri asked, not getting the joke.
"The oranges in your juice. Locally grown and all natural," Chris add