By: orphan_account
2015-10-04
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Summary:
But then, the mysterious stranger glances back at Camila from the window next to her seat, and smiles sweetly. Camila returns the favor, her stomach tingling with hope that maybe they'll meet again.
or, it's fate in the form of paper airplanes that brings them together.
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The weather outside is a downcast combination of dreary and freezing cold, and Camila is convinced that maybe wearing a skirt to work wasn't the best decision she's ever made. Then again, Camila also wasn't planning on her dryer breaking out of the blue, and her train being late. Her coworker, Dinah, might say that it was funny how things worked out, but Camila definitely wasn't laughing.
In fact, Camila found herself wallowing in her own misery more often than not as of late. Camila was in for quite a shock when she graduated from college and obtained her first actual job. Sure, the thought of interning for an elite fashion magazine seemed fancy enough, but Camila caught herself copying papers and fetching coffee more often than not.
The road to becoming a journalist wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Sure, the job would pay off when people started to recognize Camila by name, but currently, she was focused on how many sugar packets her boss wanted in her coffee. The answer was two and a half, by the way, and Camila thought it was freaking impossible to correctly measure that without her boss spilling it in the garbage again.
The breeze of a whirling train passing by startled Camila, and sent a chilling breeze up her exposed calves. Camila shifted uncomfortably on the platform, her left arm folded across the folder of loose papers she kept with her at all times. Camila didn't let these papers out of her sight, because she was hopeful that one day her boss would be in distress and would need a backup article, pronto. Camila was prepared for anything across the spectrum of 'How to Get A Man to Marry You After One Date' to 'Why Natural Products Improve Your Skin." She came in clutch.
As a train that wasn't Camila's passed, a loose page collided with the side of Camila's shoulder, attaching itself for a few seconds before flying off into the air once again. Following the paper ran a girl, seemingly chasing down the train as her fingers grasped the paper. Camila turned her head to watch the girl out of curiosity, watching the stranger whose face was hidden behind her own stack of papers.
Embarrassed, the girl lowered the papers, her lips crooked sideways in a seemingly apologetic manner. As the girl revealed her face, Camila's breath hitched, and she held on to her papers a little tighter.
Waves the shade of a starless sky cascaded down the girl's shoulders, shining against the matte fabric of her professional blazer. The girl's thick eyebrows were furrowed as she stacked her papers once again, her effervescent eyes flicking across the top right corners of each page. Camila caught herself staring at the beauty, and decided to turn away quickly so the stranger didn't think she was some sort of creep.
Seconds later, the stranger moved directly beside Camila, and she couldn't help but glance over at her once again. Camila slightly moved her head to get a closer look at the girl's bleak heels, and a stolen peek at the profile of her sloped nose. This girl was gorgeous, and if Camila weren't unsure of herself, maybe she would approach the beauty.
Camila was so focused on straying her attention on everything but the girl that she didn't realize one of her papers had broken loose from her stack. When Camila's eyes gazed down at the page, it was too late, and the paper was flying right toward the girl.
