Through Your Eyes || Camilo Madrigal

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A knock sounded on the door the next day. It was Saturday morning, not too early to be weird, but early enough to be unusual.

"I'll get it, Abuela!" Ana called as she placed the dish she had washed on the drying rack, heading for the door.

When she opened it, she found a perky Camilo waiting for her, a huge smile breaking across his face the second he caught sight of her. He had a hand behind his back but before Ana could ask about it, Camilo started talking.

"So I saw this thing that we could do on my way over here and I want to know what you think, but before I tell you what it is, just know that I think it would be super fun and will be heartbroken if you say no." Only Camilo could smile so innocently while manipulating the life out of you.

"That's not much of a choice." Ana chuckled.

Camilo revealed what he had been holding behind his back: a poster for a dancing competition that day in town.

"It's open to everyone, you just show up and I thought it would be nice to just have fun for today." He smiled sheepishly at her.

Ana was going to say something about not dancing in public, but stopped when she saw the genuine excitement on his face. This was something that he really wanted to do and she just couldn't say no.

"Sure." She glanced down at her clothes. Shorts, an old t-shirt, and a dirty apron to top it off. "Let me get changed." She ushered him into the living room and ran upstairs.

She considered wearing her new dress, but decided that she wanted to save that for the party. She had a nice yellow sundress that she put on instead, slipping on some shoes and a few pieces of jewelery.

She skidded back into the living room. Camilo looked up from the spot on the coffee table he had been studying.

"Wow." He muttered softly.

"You like it?" Ana fisted the skirt in her hands.

"You look amazing, Hermosa. Now I feel underdressed." He scratched the back of his head, his signature ruana hanging limply off his shoulders.

"Well I have a few skirts if you want one." Ana teased.

"Another time maybe." Camilo laughed, taking her hand.

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The music was loud and the competition was just about to begin when they got there. Camilo wasted no time leading her onto the floor. They waited for the que to begin. Ana felt her heart speed up as she realized that there were people around, watching them.

"Calm down, Amor. Just like the river, okay?" Camilo whispered, his voice soothing and gentle.

Ana nodded, her nerves still present, but they diminished a little as she concentrated on Camilo, his hand in hers, his arm around her waist.

The dance began. Ana tried to imagine the river again, just them and the water, and it worked for a while. They danced well. So well that the spectators began to take notice, as did the judges.

"People are staring." She whispered as he twirled her around.

"I am too." Camilo smirked. "Relax, just us, remember?"