Lavish Deception (Camren)

Chapter 6: Seasons Are Changing.

Lauren's POV

The Sun.

I've always loved the sun.

However today, the sun hid behind its clouds and thunder made its grand entrance.

Lightning followed, in strikes that flashed through my office window.

I check my schedule for today, and I see a comment in today's box.

Camila's pre-scheduled outdoor time 2:00pm

My eyes shift to the clock, and it was 2:05.

I make my way out my office, and scan the space behind the window.

It was raining heavily, and I see Camila sitting in the middle of the field with her eyes closed. It's like she was taking in every breath gratefully, just being the main character unintentionally.

I smile as I look at her.

I take a breath in, trying to calm down the hazy feeling in my stomach.

I knew I felt something for her. But I still had a job to do in this prison. That was to report back my findings, the diagnosis of Camila Cabello.

But how am I supposed to read her, when all I see are her lips?

And her hair, her beautiful features, her curves, and her mind.

Her mind intrigues me, I look at her laying in the rain, and I wonder about all the questions I had for her.

As I was lost in a delicate daydream, I feel a tap at my shoulder that scares the pen out of my hand, along with my calmness.

"HOLY SHIT!"

- "Sorry for startling you, Good Afternoon Miss Jauregui."

"Richard, you can't do that. Please announce your presence before you come up to me next time." I say while picking up my pen, then straightening out my blazer.

- "Why are you watching Inmate 1030?"

"Because I am studying her, this is a good point for some observational data entry." I quickly shoot back.

- "Hm, I don't do that with my inmates I'm studying."

I scoff, "Well I do, this gives me a different perspective of my inmate. Now why did you interrupt Richard?"

- "I wanted to ummm... ask you something."

Oh no. Nononononono.

- "Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? It's super casual, we can get burgers or something?"

Fuck.

"Uhmmm, thankyou for the offer Richard, but..." I hold up my notebook and pen, "Really need to catch up on some notes."

- "Oh. Okay. Maybe next time."

"Richard. How do I say this...Umm, guys are not my type."

His eyes lit up, "Then who is your type?"

"Men are not my type."

- "But why?"

I can't help but chuckle, "Because I never really gravitated toward men."