Don't Go Yet (Camila/You)

Chapter 2

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as she stared down at the other woman, nervous sweats breaking out across her chest and palms. She could hear the blood rushing in her ears, trapping her senses in a torrent of loud white noise as she stood transfixed in her spot.

Y/n finally came to when she felt a small tap on her forearm, blinking several times to see Camila staring at her, concern lacing the Cuban's features.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Camila's fingers were still resting on top of her arm.

The artist opened her mouth, trying her best to respond, but only air passed through her lips as she tried to free her mind of the entangled web that was beginning to form.

She tried to speak once more, only managing a soft 'yes' as she pulled her arm away from Camila quickly, stuffing both hands into her pockets. Her arm was still tingling where Camila's fingers had once been as she inwardly tried to calm her heart rate.

Camila didn't look convinced, but she backed down nonetheless. The two stared at each other for a moment before the brunette broke the awkward silence.

"How have you been?"

Y/n absentmindedly played with a piece of lint in her left pocket as she relished the softness of Camila's voice, the familiarity and comfort she would forever associate with the smaller brunette. She'd thought she'd moved on, but now feeling the aching tug of her heart and the warmth in her stomach at seeing her ex girlfriend, Y/n began realizing that maybe she would never quite get over the other woman.

Amidst the conflicting emotions inside of her, Y/n managed to muster up a response, trying her best to plaster a smile across her face.

"I'm doing great." 

The lie rolled off of her tongue, coating the inside of her mouth in a honey sweet glaze despite the slight bitterness that crept up her throat.

Lying had almost become second nature to her, a practiced habit that came with years of being watched by the media.

"How are you, Camila?"

She heard her own voice soften slightly as she asked a genuine question. Unfortunately it was barely above a whisper and she could see the brunette straining to hear over the clinks of mugs and the espresso machines.

"I'm doing good. I'm just here to pick up my morning coffee." Camila gestured to the now empty paper cup in her hands and giggled.

"I should probably hop in line to replace the one I accidentally spilled."

"No, let me!" Y/n's eyes widened as the word involuntarily spilled from her mouth; the brunette's face taking on a surprised expression.

"I mean, uh, it's the least I could do. Technically, I bumped into you." She added a light laugh at the end to hopefully dispel any tension from her outburst.

Y/n grabbed her wallet and headed towards the shorted line, taking her place behind a heavy set elderly man. Camila thanked her quietly, standing next to her as they waited for their turn.

"So, what have you been up to? Anything new?" Y/n piped up, picking at a loose thread on her leather bound wallet.

Camila smiled up at her as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm working on some new music right now. My management wants me to release a new single soon, but I haven't felt inspired recently."

"You'll figure it out. You're an amazing writer, always have been."

The brunette's face flushed a deep red and she ducked her head down in embarrassment. The artist watched Camila begin playing with one of the small rings on her hand and felt a bittersweet feeling erupt in her stomach when she recognized the piece of jewelry.