✔️Romance || WomanxWoman || short novelette was written together with bibi_the_nomad
Sarcastic, sharp-tongued Ava Allard didn't get to college. Almost ten years have passed since then, but the young woman is still working at her mom's misfortunate (...
We pulled up to my apartment, the warm lights inside signaling that she was still awake. Bo turned off the engine and looked at me. "Ready to go in?"
I took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, let's do this."
My mom was outside, closing the café's windows with the iron grate. We never used it before — it was just for emergencies —but I understood why she decided to use it now. A surge in comments is both a blessing and a curse. When there are a lot of people and not enough staff, it's hard to keep track of everything.
Sure enough, I saw it. Some of Bo's fans had scattered cups on the street. Someone had slapped a few dumb stickers with barcodes on the windows.
Bo noticed it too. She realized that all this chaos was because of her.
"I'll tweet asking them not to do this again. Do you want to call the police or check the cameras to see who did it?" Bo whispered.
"No, don't. It'll just draw more attention. This is a temporary problem. Tomorrow they'll move on to a new meme or something."
My mom finally noticed us. She adjusted her red bandana with the white skull and roses and approached.
"Mom," I said, stepping forward, "this is Bonita."
My mom's eyes flickered with recognition and a bit of surprise. "Nice to meet you, Bonita," she said, extending her hand. "I've heard a lot about you."
Bo took her hand with a smile. "It's great to meet you too, Ms. Allard. Ava talks about you all the time."
My mom's expression softened as she shook Bo's hand. "Well, any friend of Ava's is welcome here. Sorry about the mess," she said, nodding towards the littered cups and stickers.
Bo looked genuinely apologetic. "I'm really sorry about that. I'll make sure to address it with my followers."
Mom waved it off. "Don't worry. We'll clean it. Would you like to come inside, Bonita?" Mom offered, holding the door open.
"With pleasure," Bo replied, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. It seemed like Mom liked her.
But how did she recognize her? Judging by her expression, I was sure she had identified her as the famous Bo. I turned my head to look at the building that stood a little taller than the others. There, an enormous banner spanned several floors, displaying Bo's face advertising expensive perfume. Well, that explained it. Mom had a great memory for faces.
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