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the bar was quiet for once, a rare wednesday night the one time i didn't have to run around serving drinks in a frenzy.
there was a couple of people, groups at different tables in the building, but very few at the actual bar. i was wiping down the surface and stocking some liquors when someone walked up to the bar. i put the rag down that i was cleaning with and turn to the woman. "what can i get you, ma'am?" the blonde looks at me, her faded pink strands framing her face. "just a rum and coke, por favor."
she looks tired, drained. when i slide the drink over to her, she looks up with a small smile on her face. "gracias."
"su bienvenida."
i use the small amount of spanish i know from living in the country for a couple of months. she perks up when i speak in her native tongue. i give a small smile in response and she grins. her smile is beautiful, it makes her face light up.
"do you know much spanish?" the woman speaks again. "no not much. i've only been here for a couple of months." that seems to surprise her.
"how old are you?" "twenty, i turn twenty-one in five months." we keep chatting, the bar stayed quiet as some people filtered in and out and i served a couple drinks. i learned that the women was twenty-nine and she loves women's football. we had that in common, but i watched it a lot less as i had uni during the days and worked the night shifts at the bar.
"when do you clock off?"
"my shift finishes at 12, i'm on close today."
"i can wait for you." i glance up at her, kind of surprised why she'd want to wait until 12 for a stranger to get off work. "just to walk you home?"
she follows up in hopes of not making it awkward. i smile at her eagerness. "i'd like that."
it was a very uneventful three hours of waiting until i could go home, but the woman, whose name i still did not know, stayed with me the whole time. we talked most of the time, and occasionally when i had to serve some customers she would just scroll on her phone.
about an hour out from closing, i started on the tasks that needed to be done before i left.
"i'm going to start cleaning the place before we close." i let the woman know and left the bar to get the mop and other supplies. "bien."
after the half hour it took me to mop all the floors, i returned to move all the drinks under the bar into storage.
finally i was done and it was time for me to go home. "we can go now, i've done everything i need to." we left the building and i locked the door with the key i had in my bra. it was the only place i knew i wouldn't loose it. we walked in comfortable silence for a bit, when i remember i didn't know her name.
"y'know, you never did tell me your name."
there was a block of silence before she answered. "ah.., yea. there's a reason for that. i'm, i guess, what you would consider famous. alexia putellas, nice to meet you." i knew i'd heard that name before, then it clocked; the spanish footballer. "alexia as in barcelona women?" she nodded sheepishly.
"okay."
i didn't mind that she was famous, it didn't change anything. i knew alexia from the conversation we had in the bar, not that fact that she was a famous spanish footballer.
"okay? you don't care that i'm famous?"
"i do, but it's not what i'm basing you off. i got to know the alexia in the bar, not alexia putellas, football legend. i like you for you, not your fame."
alexia flicked her hair away from her face and smiled down at me. "thankyou."
"for what?"
"for not treating me like every other celebrity. for seeing me as an actual person." i almost teared up at how she worded it but smiled at her still. we had been walking for a bit and made it to my street. we walked up to the apartment block and up to where my room was.
"did you want to maybe stay the night? y'know, just because you walked all this way." i unlocked the door with my other key and waited for alexia to answer.
"you haven't told me your name yet." it was not the answer i was expecting but i told her anyway.
"y/n. me llamo y/n l/n."
"well, y/n, i would live to stay the night."
and with that, we both walked into the apartment and i shut and locked the door.
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