The Soulmates Series Camren

1.2

Camila busied herself with washing empty mugs in the backroom of the coffee shop she worked at, her mind had been in overdrive ever since she saw that girl on the beach. She didn't know what it was about her that was so goddamn appealing but hell, there was something spectacular about her. A latin song came on the radio and Camila found herself winding her hips to the music of the song, twirling around, the dish cloth spinning in her hand.

"Wow, who knew Cabello could dance," Her friend Dinah teased as she entered the backroom, her maroon apron tied loosely around her waist. Her friend joined her in dancing, the two girls synchronising their movements. The sound of their laughter emitting from the backroom had grabbed the attention of some of the other employees, and soon something of a latin dance party had broken out in the backroom, they were just about closed up and there was only one customer left in the store. Camila was singing at the top of her lungs, dancing between Dinah and her good friend Nela.

"Hey Mila, it's your turn to take the closer," A boy she barely knew but who was very close with Dinah, said.

"Vale!" She called back in her light Cuban accent, proceeding to wind her hips to the music as she made her way out into the main building, singing at the top of her lungs still in a thicker accent than she really had. The sound of her voice immediately grabbed the attention of the green eyed girl who sat in the corner sipping coffee with a book nestled into her raised knees. "I'm afraid it's-" Camila began but she was forced to pause when she was met by the same green eyes she had teased on the beach last week. "Closing time..." She breathed, her pulse hammering in her veins. All week she had been begging to come into contact with the girl again, searching in every crowd for her, even at school as though there was any chance she went to her high school, but now, now she was here, in Camila's work place, her hair up in a messy bun on the back of her head. She looked so fucking arsty in her white crop top and her green patched jacket with her book nestled into her lap. She wore torn black skinny jeans and black boots, her feet in front of her on the cushion of the booth. Camila almost forgot how to breathe when the girl spoke, her husky tone intoxicating her mind.

"That's just fine gorgeous," Lauren said, a coy smirk on her lips as she packed her things into a paint splattered tote bag. She drained her coffee from her mug and placed it firmly in the hands of the other girl. Lauren was fighting her urges to stare at the three open buttons of her shirt, her hands stuffed deep in the pockets of her torn skinny jeans.

"I, uh, I get off now, if you want me to uh, walk you to your car or something," Camila stuttered, her brain managing to forget any form of eloquent speech she had in her. "I mean it's really dark out..."

"I think I'll be just fine sweetheart," Lauren replied coolly, shrugging her shoulders lightly. A strand of hair fell from her bun and fell in her eyes. Lauren pushed it back with a swift hand, her eyes focused on Camila's intently. Camila coughed nervously and turned away from the intense eyed girl.

"I'll uh," Camila mumbled. "Be seeing you,"

"Will you now?" Lauren smirked, leaning back against the table behind her. Camila couldn't resist looking at the expression on the older girl's face and so she turned. As soon as she saw her she wished she had kept walking, she looked so casually cruel with that arrogant smirk on her red lips but Camila couldn't help but wonder what other shapes she could form with that mouth of hers. Goddamit Camila. Get it together. She averted her gaze from Lauren's, blushing and walking away from the girl, clutching the empty coffee mug to her chest. Lauren laughed to herself and swung open the door of the coffee shop. She held a lazy smile on her lips as she walked down the Miami street, counting in her head how long it would take for the adorable Cuban to run after her and ask for her name.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

"Hey! Wait up!" Camila called after her.

"Yes?" Lauren asked, turning to walk backwards with a teasing grin on her lips. She was so casual, so confident. She was so certain she wasn't going to fall, whereas if it had been Camila she would have tripped over herself at least twice by now.

"You forgot something," Camila suggested, taking a step toward the girl.

"Which is?" Lauren retorted, cocking a curious eyebrow at the blushing Cuban.

"Your stupid green eyes made me a promise that day on the beach, like, I don't know. This made so much more sense in my head. But uh, I want you to make me a promise right now." Camila rambled, her cheeks burning a little redder with every word that fell from her lips. "I want you to promise you'll come back,"

"I can't promise anything cupcake," Lauren shrugged. "I found you, now it's your turn to find me."

"Is this how it's gonna be?" Camila demanded. "No names? Just aimless scavengar hunts all over the city?"

"It'll be how it is to be, cutie," Lauren shot back, her heel catching on the curb. She fell backwards and landed on the curbside. Camila burst into a fit of hysterical laughter and Lauren couldn't help but join her. That sound, it was so musical, magical almost and infectious beyond belief.

"Real smooth green eyes," Camila smirked, turning away from the girl to return inside the coffee shop. Dinah waited on the counter of the bar, hopping down to scoop the tiny brunette into her strong arms.

"My little Cuban has a crush!!!! Dinah squealed, hugging the shorter girl to her chest.

"I do not." Camila protested. "I barely know her,"

"Then get to know her." Dinah stated, as though it was that easy when she didn't even know her name. Camila wasn't even sure if she'd be interested, maybe she was just nice. She knew one thing for sure though, even being friends with green eyes was enough for her.