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.”
