“Can I have your autograph?”
Tara looked at the woman by her side and swallowed back a smile. She was getting used to her Internet fame, but it didn’t necessarily mean she liked it. She was still amazed that people even read her writing – all she did was talk about the day-to-day activities of the publishing world.
“Better yet,” she said with a warm smile, “let’s take a picture together.” She placed an arm around the woman’s shoulders and offered a smile to her friend taking their picture.
“Oh thank you so much! I read your blog every day and I can’t tell you how much it’s helped me!”
“I’m so glad,” Tara said, and she meant it. She truly enjoyed connecting with her readers.
The woman walked away with her small pack of friends, giggling excitedly.
“Ugh. That gets so old, doesn’t it?”
Tara stiffened and turned to face yet another popular blogger. She didn’t like her for she had seen, first hand, how utterly hateful she could be with people.
“Let’s sit down, shall we?” Tara said and began to guide the group to a nearby table.
She noted a lone woman, standing near the entrance to the room, looking forlorn and lost.
“We have an empty space, let’s invite her over,” Tara said, with a nod toward the door.
“Um, no,” the woman snickered to the table at large.
“Fine,” Tara said. “Then I’ll go to her. Enjoy your lunch, ladies.”
It felt good to walk away.
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