✔️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 (...
"I didn't know your mom was so strict," Bo said, turning the wheel.
It always annoyed me. Americans always felt the need to ask why we were so close, why I still lived and worked with her, why I texted if I was going to be late.
"Both my parents are French. French families generally value close relationships with their relatives. Family bonds are often strong, with regular gatherings. Many French people maintain close ties with their extended family, frequently visiting or staying in touch through various means. My father and his wife are an exception. Traditional family values play a significant role in French culture, and this includes honoring and caring for parents and older relatives. Don't Latin Americans have close family ties too?"
"Yeah, and sometimes it's too much. Everyone knows where you're going, what you're doing, who you're meeting... As soon as my parents got rich enough, they moved to Europe, to Switzerland, where my brother and sister now live and work. I stayed behind. They're all against it, of course. They want me to move either to my grandparents in Acapulco to live under their watchful eyes, obviously, or to my brother and sister in Switzerland, for the same reasons."
"What do you want?"
"To kiss you, of course." We stopped at a traffic light. Bo leaned in towards me, smelling of the tea we'd brewed in the cabin and poured into the thermos. Butterflies fluttered pleasantly in my stomach. I felt special. She chose me, not some trendy eighteen or nineteen-year-old. Eat your heart out, zoomers. I was still sore about how this generation had treated me and my mom. Now things would be different. A small childhood dream had come true.
The light turned green, and we had to break the kiss and drive on. I rested my hand on her knee, leaning back in my seat, watching the city lights.
"It's nice that you're not glued to your phone," she said.
"We're together; I don't want to waste time on anyone else. How could it be otherwise?"
"Trust me, it can be," she sighed. "With the people I work with, they can't spend a minute without social media. It's a vanity fair. We go to get ready together, they pull out their phones. We go to eat good food — they're already posting something. It's madness."
"Funny to hear that from an influencer."
"It might seem like if you're a media person, you're online all the time, but it's not true. I need those moments to just be myself, to disconnect and live in the real world. Otherwise, you lose touch with what's genuine."
Bo glanced at me, a soft smile on her lips. "Sometimes, I just want to escape from all of it. The constant pressure to be perfect, to always be 'on.' That's why being with you is so refreshing. You're not caught up in that world."
I squeezed her knee gently, feeling a swell of affection. "I'm glad I can be that escape for you. And I guess I'm lucky too. Not many people get to see the real you."
Bo sighed contentedly, her hand briefly leaving the steering wheel to cover mine. "Yeah, you're one of the few. I can just be Bonita with you, not 'BoB!tch, the Influencer.' It's... liberating."
We drove in comfortable silence for a while, the city lights blurring past us. The streets were quieter now, the hustle and bustle of the day giving way to the tranquility of the night.
"Can I ask you something?" I broke the silence, curiosity getting the better of me.
"Of course," she said, glancing over with a curious look.
"What's it like, living that kind of life? The fame, the constant attention?"
Bo chuckled softly. "It's a double-edged sword. There are amazing perks, like traveling to beautiful places, meeting interesting people, and having a platform to make a difference. But it can also be incredibly isolating. Everyone thinks they know you, but very few actually do. It's hard to find genuine connections."
I nodded, understanding a little more about the world she navigated. "Well, I'm glad you found a genuine connection with me."
She smiled, a warm and genuine smile that made my heart flutter. "Me too, Ava. Me too."
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