[3rd POV]
The few months went on normally, still having to see Bucciarati visit the cafe etc.
One day to another, a quiet normal life.
The café's bell rang as someone walked in, the well known Risotto Nero.
You didn't know him personally but you've heard of him. Why might he be here?
"Good evening, is there something you'd like?" Its as if that question fell on to deaf ears, as the man just stared at me.
Before he spoke up, "do you know where i could find this man" he asked showing a picture of one of the regulars here.
"Uhm why do you ask?" Why would a man like him need to know that? How confusing..
Risotto cleared his throat, "he is a colleague of sorts.." he said like a liar
"Oh! Well he's a regular here, i believe he lives near by, though i am not sure." You exclaimed
(BFFR I ACTUALLY FORGOT TO UPDATE THIS BOOK LIKE IDK HOW MANY MONTHS AGO. I WAS SO POSITIVE I DID BUT NOOOOOOOO JESUS CHRIST IM SORRY!! literally my adhd brain said, "yeah you updated it even though you didn't loser." More updates are soon to be coming as i rewrite this on the way too
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FanfictionY/n L/n is a ordinary person who works at a cafe shop and studies. While setting their future they meet a interesting person along the way Had to edit this lolol Slow burn story. Aka no love on the first sight because fuck that shit. On hold for a w...
