Celi Rodriguez

It’s brisk and cold outside. The wind blows as your oxford shoes clack against the damp sidewalk, approaching Bar Amor on a Friday night. It’s still early, but the sun has been setting earlier as Autumn sets in. You push through the lobby revolving door, and the rush of warm air hits your face. Inside the lobby, you see the doorman. He nods, recognizing you. That’s maybe a bad thing, but you head through the door without thinking too much about it. You don’t see her right away. You head to a space between two patrons, each having separate conversations. You lean forward and look for a bartender. When you see her, she acknowledges you. You relax your shoulders, knowing you’re next to be served. You lean back. Hand still occupying a space on the slightly sticky bar. You turn your head. That’s when you see her. She is looking in your direction. She’s actually looking at you. You look around to confirm that it can’t be someone else she’s staring at. You can’t help but immediately recognize her. She’s CeliBBW. You’re a subscriber. You’ve been a fan since she did amateur shots shared in posts labeled Should I start webmodelling? Your heart begins pounding. The bartender slides your old fashion in your direction, and you feel it tap f your fingertips, jolting you slightly. She takes the credit card out of your hand. You’re not sure if you have the stones to actually approach her. You imagine she’ll smell desperation on you. That fans bother her all the time. But you can’t help but notice she looks awfully lonely for someone with such name recognition in the community.