Cat eyes (Camilo Madrigal x reader)

Chapter 21

"...and if he starts blabbering about some fancy french fashion show, it's probably Théâtre de la Mode." Mirabel explained to me with a needle between her teeth.
"Got it." I said while nervously nudging my finger against the little ceramic cat in my hands. It was the one Camilo gave me the night we climbed the tall mountain. I still remember exactly the feeling, when he pushed me on the swing.
"I pray he doesn't pull out his guitar and sing some cheesy love song to you." Isabela said while making an Acacallis cyanea orchid in her hand and stuffing it behind my ear. Mirabel tried to control her giggling, but ended up snorting to herself.

"Just remember to be yourself out there." Dolores said and removed her hands from my hair and let them rest on my shoulders while smiling at me in the mirror.
"Uhm, y/n? I think he's here." Luisa said over the sound of the doorbell ringing from downstairs.
My head jumped up and I glimpsed at my reflection in front of me.
"Oh, shitballs. Hurry, put this on." Mirabel said after cutting the string attached to my dress in half and tossing the dress in my lap.

The girls started leaving my room one after one and I was left alone again.
I got changed and did a little twirl in the dress Mirabel made for me, making it elegantly dance around in the air.
I took my eyes off my mirror for a second to put down the ceramic cat on my table next to me and as soon as I looked back up, Camilo stood behind me in the mirror.
I jumped silently in shock of his figure behind me, I then breathed out slowly, letting my heart calm down after stopping for a second.

"Dios mio, Camilo you almost gave me a heart attack." I took my hand to my chest with a relieved smile.
"Sorry," he shrugged while keeping his dazzled eyes on my dress. "You look... absolutely amazing." He gave me a crooked smirk, my eyes plastered to his with a little smile.
"Thanks." I chuckled shyly, feeling a little blush rush to my cheeks.

"You're late by the way." Camilo reminded me.
"Shoot, you're right." My mouth opened a little and I then raced my way to the front door, letting the wind blow a hair in front of my face.

I opened the door abruptly, making Marcos' eyes flinch open.
He took a second and then giggled a bit at my heavily breathing figure.
"Looks like Someone's in a hurry. Don't worry, you're not that late." His dimples showed up at his words.

I blew the piece of hair on my face aside.
"By the way, you look stunning. Did Mirabel make the dress for you?" He softly asked me.
"Yes." I simply answered back.
"I thought so." He smiled carefully at me and then reached me his hand.

"Shall we go?" He asked with his head tilted a bit to the side, his eyes sparkling at me.
I took his hand and we were on our way.

- time skip -

The little bell over the door rang as we entered the little bakery. All the tables and chairs were put aside and in the middle of the room stood a single table with a red tablecloth and candles on top. I felt my stomach turn inside as I looked around, not knowing if it was because of hunger or the nerves.
"Have a seat, I'll get the food." Marcos said and I did as he told me to.

I looked around the little room that felt so empty without the rest of the tables. In the background was playing a faded slow song and in front of me was a little red rose on the left side of my table.
I took it in my hands as Marcos entered the room again with a couple of plates in his hands.
"There you go." He said as he put the plate in front of me and then sat down at the opposite side of the table.
I put the rose down, "wow this looks delicious, Marcos. Did you make it yourself?" I asked him.
"Yes I did." He said while swooping some rice onto his spoon. The amount of effort he put into making a perfect lump of rice stressed me out. I started tapping my foot.

"So what have you been up to today?" He tried to start small talk.
"Not much, I was just helping Camilo out with his chores." I said, looking down at my food.
Is it just me or is the air super thick in here?