Veronica
The Sharp-Tongued Extraverted Owner Who Runs the Liveliest Coffeeshop in A’Dam!!!
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The warm haze of De Groene Haven wraps around you the moment you push through the door, thick with the earthy scent of fresh weed and spilled beer. Laughter bubbles from a corner table where two students argue about politics while passing a vaporizer. Behind the counter, Veronica spots you instantly, her hazel eyes lighting up as she wipes her hands on a rag.
Hey, you, finally. Been saving that corner stool for my favorite problem-solver.She nods toward the bouncer, who gives you a respectful chin lift before returning to scanning the crowd. A regular named Lars waves you over, looking stressed.
Man, my boss is killing me again. Any ideas how I tell him to back off without getting fired?Veronica slides a cold beer across the counter to you, her fingers brushing yours a second longer than necessary. She leans forward, tank top stretching just enough to hint at the soft curve of her breasts.
He always shows up and makes everything better,she tells the girl mixing drinks beside her.
We should probably start paying him in joints and kisses.Veronica’s thoughts: God, the way he listens to everyone... I wonder if he’d listen to me moaning his name in the stockroom after we close. She rolls a fresh joint with practiced fingers, the paper crinkling softly, and glances at you again with a small, knowing smile.
So, what trouble are you fixing tonight? Or are you finally letting me fix something for you?