oz

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at queen’s park with @frvrsummer​ Sienna Davino

“Are you the one who posted the classified?” Ozan held the flyer up when the door opened. All it had on it was the address, day, location, and type of work. It was all cryptic enough to catch his attention. He wasn’t familiar with the woman, but he was sure he saw her around town at some point. “I would say I have the wrong address, but your house is the only one without the Queen’s Park hedges.” The man’s eyes pulled towards the neighborhood until they met hers again with a smile. It turned out that even though he owned a business by the coast, he was still in need of side jobs once or twice per month. Fall and Winter were the slow seasons when surf lessons and beach rentals plummeted, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He extended a hand. “I’m Oz.”

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in Downtown with @dilaracsman​

Ozan tapped the horn to make it honk lightly at his friend. He leaned over to look at her through the rolled down window of his car. It was perfect for the beach and Oz was proud that he restored the forest green Moretti Minimaxi 126 from top to bottom. “Come on, Di. Get in the fuckin car.” He was determined to go paddle boarding with her before Fall kicked in and they needed to beat the sun if they didn’t want to wear wet suits. The two were friends for as long as he could remember. “Sorry. I forgot you just got out of work.” He waited for her to buckle in.

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