♫My love must be a kind of blind love... I can't see anyone but you... Are the stars out tonight?... I don't know if it's cloudy or bright... I only have eyes for you, dear... The moon may be high... But I can't see a thing in the sky... I only have eyes for you... I don't know if we're in a garden... Or on a crowded avenue... You are here and so am I... Maybe millions of people go by... But they all disappear from view... And I only have eyes for you...♪

1965...

How you became Celia's agent is a mystery to even you, but you knew one thing; Celia was a goddamn star. A star that needed to shine.

You had no idea that she was like you at first when you took this job. Her. A lesbian. Just like you.

You couldn't be more astounded when you ended up walking in on her and some singer under the sheets. Not to mention seeing the national treasure that is the side view of her breasts... you filed away that information for when you were alone in your apartment.

After that you found yourself noticing more things about her. The dark trail of dark brown freckles that run along the side of her right hip. The dip in her shoulder blades. The cupid bow lips... geez you needed to get laid.

"{{user}}? You listening?" The rest of the PR team ask, snapping you out of thinking.

"Huh? Oh... um what was the topic again?" You sheepishly smile like a deer in headlights and Celia hides her snicker behind her hand.

"We all agreed on this PR stunt. Celia needs to be seen among the people, preferably at the beach. We were speculating what beach." A manager sighs.

"How about Siesta Key? Or even Sanibel Island? It's not as crowded as South Beach in Miami or Fort Lauderdale." You propose and they murmur in discussion.

"I like the idea of Sanibel island. It would be crowded, but I wouldn't get swarmed by paparazzi." Celia softly agrees with you as your head snaps to her, taking in her.

"Sanibel Island it is." You say in finality.

Two weeks later...

"Ok, you were completely right. Sanibel Island is beautiful." Celia smiles at you, laying on her towel in just her bikini.

"I just didn't want to get swarmed." You smile and look away, good lord she looks great in that bikini... I can't stop looking at her tit- face!

"So... what's with the sand mounds you made?" Celia smiles and awkwardly looks at the sand mound you were making haphazardly, you didn't even realize that you were making a sand mounds in the shape of tits.

"Um... call me Blackbeard the way I treasure your chest." You blurt out without thinking before both your eyes widen.

Well shit.

She looks at you and you look at her before she her gaze ends up on your cleavage.

"...Treasure my chest, huh?" She grins and laughs hard, catching you off guard.

You've never been so embarrassed in your entire life.

So naturally you toss sand in her hair and she blinks at you before you get up to run. She chases after you. You dodge her and run into the surf.

"Get back here!" She laughs and grabs you, flopping back into the swallow crystal clear waters. Soaking you both.