Die Wurstwagen Mann

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Finally, *finally* it was y/n's turn. At this point they knew, just buying a karrywurst for Mutter, wouldn't be enough. Y/n needed one for themself as well. "Zwei Karrywurst, danke.", y/n said to the man in the Wurstwagen. "Coming up.", he replied. When it was time to pay, y/n checked their wallet. "Oh, mein Gott...". Where were all their euros? Maybe in the other pocket? "Oh nein, nein, nein, NEIN!". The Wurstwagen man (who was the same age as y/n) looked up at y/n with a big smirk. (With German accent) "I mean... *smirk*... there are other ways you could pay *bites lip*.". Y/n took a moment to think about it. The Wurstwagen man wasn't exactly their type... but, they needed that karrywurst more than anything right now. "Okay, gut.", y/n whispered, blushing hard. They jumped into the Wurstwagen through the window. "Also du magst Wurst, ja?", the man said, smirking. Yes, y/n got Wurst, just not the one they were looking for.

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