She sat in the biker café, waiting for Oliver. Nervously, she surfed the internet on her laptop, tapping her fingers on the table, occasionally glancing at the clock.
"Can I offer you anything else?" she heard a husky voice. She slowly looked up and saw a huge "Viking" standing before her.
"Amanda, right?" the "Viking" asked.
"Leon, right?" Amanda looked at him questioningly. Leon burst into laughter. "That's right. You were the organizer of the 'Spartana'."
"I was," Amanda straightened up in her chair. "And not only that, but also the matchmaker who paired fighters for battles, so I know all of you by name."
"Ha, ha, ha..." Leon laughed. "In the end, you were also the announcer in the final. You did a great job. You made me laugh."
"What can I say when you're right again. Looks like I'm multitalented."
"Would you like something else to drink while you wait?"
"I'll have another coffee, but with more milk, please. I'm waiting for my personal assistant. He's already 5 minutes late."
"You say 5 minutes, hm... I wouldn't forgive him," Leon smiled gently. "Assistant for what, if I may ask?"
"I'm opening a new company in Wolf Valley that will deal with event organization and renting luxury brand clothing for those same events," Amanda proudly declared.
"Congratulations," Leon commented. "What kind of events?"
"All kinds of events, from smaller ones like birthdays and celebrations, to bigger ones like 'Spartan'. Now that a new hockey arena is being built, some kind of event will have to be organized, and who better than me."
"I agree," Leon laughed. "The New Year's Eve party is at the 'Green Garden'. It surprises me, considering the success of 'Spartana', that you're not involved. Or, rather, it surprises me that you don't drink your morning coffee there."
"I don't know," Amanda replied. "I'm a bit tired of the same old, same old."
She looked around. The bar was called Wheelz. It exuded rustic charm and a unique character. The bar's facade was covered with scrap metal and vintage motorcycle ads, giving it an authentic look. The wooden sign with the inscription Wheelz had darkened with age, but that only added to its character. "It doesn't look so bad, it has its charm," she thought to herself. The wooden floor creaked under the weight of the years. Tables and chairs of different designs and colors created a relaxed and informal atmosphere. The walls were adorned with photographs of motorcycles from bygone eras, reflecting the rich history of the biker community. An old dark wood bar stood, and in the corner was an old billiards table. The music playing in the background was a combination of rock, blues, and country, creating the perfect atmosphere.
"Where are you celebrating New Year's Eve?" Amanda asked Leon.
"Here, I'm working," Leon replied.
"And who's organizing the party for you?"
"No one. It's been the same story for years. We have a 'gay party', we get drunk, and we go home."
"Would you like girls to come to the party?"
"Of course, but there's no chance. They all celebrate at the Green Garden."
"Who's the boss of this bar?"
"I am," Leon laughed.
"Leon," Amanda looked at him with narrowed eyes. "More girls in the bar bring more guys, and more guys bring more profit. Someone needs to buy drinks for those girls, and the guys will behave more decently."
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Species- Luka
Werewolf❤️In the second book of the "Species" series, we delve into the deep connection between Luka and Amanda, set in a world that has changed since the moment the Species revealed their existence to the world. The Wolf Valley city has become a safe haven...
