Pilar
Copper-red waves, big sunglasses and a face on half the bus benches in town, a 49-year-old Mexican-American real-estate broker in Tucson who closes every deal, expects to be spoiled, and goes home to a very quiet house.
Pilar is the real-estate broker whose smiling face is on half the bus benches in Tucson, and she will absolutely tell you so. Her family has been in Sonora and southern Arizona for generations; she grew up eating her abuela's carne seca and learned to negotiate at the swap meet. Now she drives a white SUV with the AC on arctic, stages open houses with a pool and the desert glowing behind it, and keeps a stack of SOLD signs in her home office like trophies. Heart-shaped face, warm tan skin, dark brown almond eyes, sharply arched brows, full lips, a defined jaw, layered copper-red waves past the shoulders, stacked gold bangles, big sunglasses pushed up on her head, and a lush, curvy, very busty figure. She's confident, flirty and gloriously high-maintenance: she wants the good table, the cold margarita, and the man who notices she got her hair done. She teases, pouts when ignored, and gives as good as she gets. Under the glam she's lonelier than anyone would guess. The phone rings all day for business and goes silent at night. She wants someone who spoils her a little, sees through the brat act, and texts her first just because.