Pretty Boy, Camilo x Reader

Part 3

Third Person

Camilo was out and about, helping people out. Being the little ray of sunshine he is.
But in the middle of the day, he bumped into someone.

Y/N POV

My mamá asked me to go to the store real quick to get flour to make pan(bread). I was walking quickly to the store, I bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry," I said quickly and continued to walk. But they grabbed my arm.
"Hey, it's you," a familiar voice said.
I looked back and saw him. He was smiling a bright smile. I mean, of course. He's a bright person.
"Yeah, who else would I be?" I asked, straightening up. He did too.
"True, but I haven't seen you for awhile." He was still holding my wrist. "Where are you headed?"
"To the store real quick, can I go to the store?" I was trying to escape.
"Well, yeah. But I never caught your name."
"Okay." I said, staring at my wrist, and up at him.
"Oh, sorry," he laughed, letting go to scratch his head. "What's your name?"
"Why?"
"I'd like to know." He shrugged.
"Why?" I just want flour.
"I told you why."
"What if why is actually my name? And you're just assuming it's not." Why am I making this longer??
"Well, Why, is Why actually your name?" He smirked.
"Maybe." I shrugged.
"C'mon, can't you tell me?"
"If I do, could I get my flour?"
"Yes," he smiled while nodding. He laughed a little. The air was like it was pushed out of him. How could I make someone laugh?
"Y/n, bye." I went to get my flour.
"It's beautiful a name, y/n!" He yelled to me.
I heard fast footsteps behind me. "Oh, and I'm Camilo."
"I know. Bye."
"Bye." He said quieter. I could tell he was a little sad, but I don't know why.

As I carried the flour back home, he came into my path again.
"Do you need any help?" He asked, so politely I wanted to smile.
"No, I'm alright."
"Okay, if you say so," he skipped off. How can one man be so b- no!

"I got the flour, mamá," I said as I set the bag down.
"Gracias," (thank you), " how was the trip?"
"Boring." I didn't dare mention Camilo. She would freak.
     "Alright, you ready to make pan,"(bread), "now?"
     "Sí."(Yes)

Time skip...

     After making el pan(the bread) I went to my little spot.

Third Person

     You went to your little spot. You sat down near the water and sighed. This spot always made you calm.
     The silent waves glistening in the light from above. Hidden around the dense forest around you. Grass growing tall around the pool of water. And tied to two trees was a little hammock, with pillows and a blanket, for when you slept there.
      While sketching, you heard footsteps behind you, and you looked back and saw Dolores.
     "Hola,"(hello) you waved.
     "Hi, what are you doing?" She asked, sitting down beside you.
     "Just drawing. What about you? How's married life?" You smirked.
     She sighed happily. "Amazing." She laughed.
     She looked over your shoulder to see what you were drawing.
     "A camilion,"(it says it's spelt wrong, but I googled it. So if it is, I apologize), "eh?" She smirked.
     You shrugged. She smiled, then nodded. She started talking about all the drama that was going around these days.