CALL IT EVEN | shawmila

two.

A/N: mature content warning. lol.

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Camila felt so warm and comfortable in his bed, she didn't open her eyes until early the next morning. Shawn was gone, but his scent was still there. She realized now that this whole room had his scent. She breathed deeply, stretching out as she heard Shawn moving around downstairs, his voice muffled from below.

She reached for her phone, ignoring everything but the time. It was just before seven in the morning. She considered herself on a break from work, but her body still seemed to be used to waking up early.

It was freezing as she stuck her foot out of bed and onto the carpet, and the wood floor was likely even worse. Camila went to her bag and grabbed her slippers. She put them on as well as her robe over her pajamas and slowly crept downstairs.

The scent of coffee and pastries made her hungry again as she peered around the corner. Aaliyah was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, eating a bagel as she leaned over the counter towards Shawn. They were whispering.

"It's her, isn't it? The hair is different, but it's definitely her—" Aaliyah asked, grinning.

"I don't know why you can't just drop it—" Shawn had his back to her.

"What is she doing here?"

"I can't tell you anything. I'm not allowed to talk about who our tenants are or what their business is."

"Whatever, fine." Aaliyah shoved the rest of the bagel into her mouth. "I'm going to school, see you—"

"Remember, your shift starts at three-thirty—" Shawn said she groaned loudly. "I mean it, I have plans and I need this afternoon off."

"Since when do you have plans?"

"Since now." He still didn't look at her. "Just be here, okay?

"Fine." She walked out, the bell jingling as the door closed behind her.

Camila waited, watching Shawn turning on the coffee machines as she felt a nervous pit in her stomach. Aaliyah had recognized her after all, or had realized it later last night. She wasn't sure how to feel. She knew it was inevitable, coming back to a place she'd lived for so long, even looking different, it was only a matter of time.

"Hey." Camila stepped out completely.

She was a little nervous, wondering if Shawn felt awkward about last night, but he just smiled at her. He was dressed in another long-sleeved shirt, his sleeves pushed up exposing his arms. His hair looked super clean and soft, carefully styled, quite unlike the way she used to know him before, where he'd show up to school like he just rolled out of bed.

"Morning. Do you want something else to eat?"

"Um, no thanks. I'll just take some coffee."

Camila walked around to the front of the counter and grabbed a banana from the basket of fruit. She sat down and peeled it as Shawn made her a cup. She felt a little weird about being in her pajamas, but they were alone, at least for now.

"Are you open?"

"Yeah, in a minute, but it's usually slow on weekday mornings." Shawn said, putting the mug down in front of her. "We're busiest on weekends, especially the after-church crowd."

"Right, all those self-righteous old ladies." Camila giggled.

"My favorite customer should be here any minute." Shawn walked over to the door and flipped the sign to open.

"You have a favorite customer?"

"She comes in almost every morning."

"She?" Camila raised her eyebrows, feeling her heart start to pound. She didn't know why she felt jealous.