Warnings; Language, My bad descriptions of violin/orchestra
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"Wait, why are we going to this now?" Oikawa trudged along with two of his other teammates from Argentina. "Because an old friend of mine said they were really good and she said she doesn't want these tickets to go to waste now that she can't come." Santiago groaned on.
"I mean, I don't even know anything about orchestra but she didn't want the expensive tickets to go to waste. She also thought there was a chance for 'team bonding'." Santiago proceeded to drone on about his friend giving him, Oikawa, and their other teammate Tomas tickets to a popular orchestra in Argentina. The show wasn't until late that night and it was only 10:30 in the morning. The three men have just gotten done with their morning workout and were on their way to a small shop where various foods and drinks were served. So basically a cafe, but yeah.
They finally entered the cafe and sat down, ready for their hunger to be fixed.
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"Okay! Now I think that is enough rehearsal! You may all leave but remember we all need to be back in the theater at 7 o'clock sharp." Your director (? Conductor?) announced putting his things away. You stored your violin into its case and helped clean up the rest of the stage that you were going to be performing on later that night.
"Y/n!" Your best friend ran up to you with their instrument and its case. "We should go down to the cafe right now! They have a really good special going on! Come on! Come on!" Your friend grabbed your arm and started dragging you out of the theater, instruments, and all in hand.
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Finally arriving at the cafe that was all the way across town, F/n shoved you through the double glass doors. You pulled your violin case towards your chest to avoid it being slammed into the door or wall, or even worse another person.
The two of you had found seats near a window, about a couple feet away from three men, who seemed to be debating whether Manzana (apple) or Naranja (orange) jugó (juice) was better to drink when eating breakfast.
You told F/n your order, as they said they would buy because they dragged you here, and they walked off to go place it. You ended up bored, the cafe was busy, so the line was long and it would be a bit until F/n gets back. So, you decided to tune in the three men's juice argument that seemed to be getting slightly more heated. It seemed like it was two against one. The slightly tanned skinned man with side shaved and a slight stubble was eagerly trying to explain why Manzana Jugó was better to drink in the morning.
The other two, one, who was more tan than the first, had long hair tied in a small ponytail at the base of his neck. And the other who had short brown hair and slightly pale skin. Ponytail was busy explaining why Naranja Jugó was more efficient before a long day. While the other dude just sat and listened for entertainment.
The two men who seemed to be varying the argument groaned simultaneously. Then Manzanita guy set his fist and the table and threw his finger up at you.
