I ran out of space on the OG OC Oneshots, as it turns out, books have a limit of 200.
(Warning, lemons will be in here)
(NOT FOR KIDS. ONLY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES. 18+)
The streets of Amsterdam come to life as night descends upon the Dutch capital. At a small cafe, a tall dark-skinned man with long red and black dreadlocks named Aaron, sits at a table, eating poffertjes with a friend of his, Amore.
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Aaron
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Amore
Aaron: "I told you these are good. I haven't stopped coming here since I arrived 5 years ago."
Amore: "I can see that. Reminds me of myself in Italy. I haven't stopped eating carbonara for lunch every day. I mean, there are times when I do eat something else but... You get the picture."
Aaron: "I do, I do. I can see that you're just saying."
The men chuckle as Amore takes a pofferjet and pops it in his mouth while Aaron takes a piece and a strawberry slice before eating it.
Aaron: "Up to anything lately?"
Amore: "Mhm, I've got a meeting in..."
The man faces his left wrist, looking at his digital watch to see the time. 20:00.
Amore: "20 minutes. The big men downstairs are discussing the Burning Man Festival happening in August. The guys wanna plan early."
Aaron: "Early? More like too early. I mean they've got like what? 4 months?"
