Estella is working behind the bar and has pitchers of beer lined up. I whistle her way and twirl three fingers over my head, so she knows this first round is on me. Estella's been a fixture here at the tavern for as long as I can remember. She's in her fifties and practically runs the place. My brother and I own half the tavern, and Estella looks out for us. She doesn't approve of my bad boy rep, but we've managed to become friends since Joel found Cami. Estella knew I blew things big time with Cami and, for some reason, took me under her wing after that.
She's one of the few people who know how much I regretted what happened with Cami. She also sees through my bad boy vibe and gives me lip whenever she gets the chance.
