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“Hey y’all,” she says enthusiastically as people start to join. “Sorry about coming on last minute, but I had some time, so I figured why not.”

Grabbing the towel, I dry my hands as I lean against the counter, out of view.

She’s a fucking natural.

Her face lights up with excitement as she greets people as they join.

“Sadie! It’s been a while. I hope you’re doing okay,” she says sincerely.

I love how she truly cares about her viewers. She gets to know them and always uses their names, remembering conversations she’s had. She truly makes a difference with the people she interacts with.

She’s one of a kind.

“I have a special guest today,” Aurora says, turning to look at me.

Out of the camera’s view, she slides her hand toward me, palm up.

I place my hand in hers and slide into the frame, giving them a cocky smirk.

“Good morning, everyone.”

I watch as the comments start flooding in.

Holy shit, that’s a lot.

“This morning, Ror.” I smile when she beams up at me. “We will be making breakfast tacos.”

“That’s right. Santi is going to put his muscles to good use and chop up this red cabbage for me while I cook up some chorizo and eggs.”

“My pleasure.” I smirk at her as I pull the cutting board in front of me.

While Aurora cooks, I chop up the cabbage before moving on to the avocado as we talk and interact with her viewers.

Some of the comments they send her are hilarious, while the others are downright raunchy.

“Hey, I don’t know if there are any mods in here, but if there are, I need you guys to do something about some of these people. Pervy people, if you don’t get it together, I’ll end this live early,” I warn.

Aurora walks over to me and bumps my hip. “This looks fantastic so far. What do you think? Are we ready to plate it all up?”

She reaches for the tortillas, but I remove them from her grasp. “Not until we heat these up first.”

“I’m sorry. Your forearms must have distracted me,” she quips.

I move over to the stove and toss a couple of the tortillas in a frying pan, letting them heat before flipping them. I hand Aurora the finished tortillas and start a new batch. While I finish off the bag, she starts to assemble everything.

“Last, top them with your favorite hot sauce,” she says, picking up a bottle.

I reach for another and sprinkle some on mine.

“And, ta-da.” She smiles, holding up the plate to the camera. “Don’t these look fantastic?”

“They smell even better. Why don’t we have a taste, Ror?” I smile over at her.

She laughs but nods. I let her take a bite first before following suit.

She groans, her eyes falling closed.

“So good. I swear I don’t know if I’ll be able to cook without you, Santi. You are magical.”

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