Pen is... Mightier?

Chapter Two: Social Queen Bee and The One Fish in the Sea

I was strolling around the esteemed gastropub Anarchy when I saw her – quite young, beaming with beauty and passion in her eyes. I was taken aback by the fact that she was continuously gulping down prawn tempura with tequila shots all alone with a mobile and recording equipment. Nobody informed the owner a shoot was taking place today; you can click pictures freely for your insta but running a recording set-up like this one need authorization from the top authorities of this pub/restaurant chain. I spend my evenings in Anarchy and I didn’t see a permission request going out to the staffs. I didn’t think the lady was aware of the rules, so I went to warn her.

“Hi, missy! Do you have proper permissions to shoot this here?”, I said while looking at her phone. It was a very high-end mobile for a such a young girl; a closer look confirmed she was a teenager. Her recording instruments also were top-notch. She was live on Instagram.

“Whoopsie daisy, peeps! I guess I have been caught by a drop dead gorgeous gentleman and I’m in trouble!”, the girl turned the camera towards me and continued, “I’m really sorry, sir! But my followers were so sad after I broke up with my boyfriend and now I am giving them a lil taste of ‘anarchy’. I didn’t know there were any rules for going on live here! But what a blessing in disguise that I could meet such a handsome man. Why don’t you join me and tell me the deets of the permission? How can I repay you for helping out?”

She ended her live video with a cunning smile and wink combo and looked at me with those big Goddess-like eyes – deep but very calm; like the sea and its serene but powerful waves engulfed me as I sat down. She ordered Red Wine and Tofu; such a strange choice and asked me if I want something. For a moment I was thinking her voice is a lullaby and sharp knife at once. I was in a trance but somehow I ordered the waiter to bring me the usual.

“Sorry about the break-up.”, I said without meaning it.

She smiled and it seemed like moonlight was coming through an overcast sky and said, “Oh, it’s nothing. I have to focus on my career rn instead of falling on the soulmate trap. Cazz.”

-“I’m happy that you’re single!”

-“What? Omg! How sweet!”

-“Did I just say that out loud? Oh my.. well no… I meant… so… I was saying that… I’m happy that you’re happily single!”

-“Obnoxious, cute and umm… somewhat hilarious, you are. I like you!”

She laughed at my stupidity for a while and stopped only to sip the wine and laughed again. Her cheeks become rosy like her liquor. She seemed under the influence but amazingly held herself together. She was humming and kind of moving gracefully with the beats of instrumental music that was being played. It was a spectacle to watch her up close. 

“She is the one!”, I thought to myself. This time I didn’t say it aloud. I didn’t want to hurry and mess this up. It was special, very special to me. I was scared but I wanted to every sip of this enigma sitting in front of me before I am sure that she is THE one. I felt nervous, never like before. 

  We were having small talks. She shared her thoughts on the cuisine here and had a quite a lot feedback on the newly installed mood lighting. Eventually, it started getting a bit personal and that’s where I draw the line always. I like to keep something as secret, which will be revealed later if the other person is willing and worthy. Yes, she was sexy and alluring but I have my rules and I stick by it – always. 

-“Oh, I almost forgot. Where do I get the permissions?”

-“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it. After all, it is free publicity. Anarchy is getting the hyoe in young adults because people like you.”

-“Should I also don’t have to worry about using a fake ID to get drunk?”|

-“Well now that’s a big… No… I mean… Yeah, you are welcome to get anything. Take my card. I have the best collection and make better drinks that any bartender in Kolkata. You are welcome to shoot videos over there too. Also, my home bar doesn’t have age restrictions.”

-“Wow, that’s very kind of you… whoa, wait a minute… FUCK! You’re the owner of Anarchy. OMG, I can’t believe it. You are the fucking owner of this cool af place! And your restaurant chain is the bomb! Dammit, you’re so cool and humble and sweet! And oh so sexy!”

She quickly took a selfie with me and typed something ferociously and shrieked out of pleasure. That was music to my eats. Such gentleness and wild craziness entangled together… she was as some damn hot girl. No matter the age difference, I was drawn to her every passing moment. I finished my drink and started having pretty graphic thoughts involving this girl.

So, I bid farewell before things get out of my hand. As I said, I don’t want to hurry this time. She pushed her card in my pocket and kissed my cheeks; asked me to set a date when I’m free. I was impressed that she was a working professional. Not only an instagram influencer but she also was a model and podcast host.

  After reaching my room, I searched her name up in google, found out she has over 2 million followers and her fashion sense is top-tier. A super model and a designer in the making.

“She is a work of Art. She is just perfect. I’m sure, she is the one”, I said to myself while drifting off to sleep.