served ◇ gilinsky

14.

// yes, this is another upset update. i don't have any universities wanting to accept me with open arms. well, damn. //

They were at an obviously expensive restaurant, and Camila had wanted to change venues before they were even seated. Johnson on the other hand decided to use the puppy face and said they had already made reservations – so there was no use in backing out anyways.

Camila smiled. It wasn't like she didn't like the idea of going to these restaurants, she just preferred something simple. She was trying her best to fit in with the other people at the restaurant, but who was she kidding? She was wearing skinnies and the other women were wearing sequined dresses. Like, for real.

She didn't really bother about her clothes, as Johnson was quite a pair as she. They were actually matching as she wore a light blue Marvel t shirt, and he had a blue V-neck. Okay, not that matching, but at least she didn't really feel under dressed, alone.

As they got seated, she wanted to order some hamburgers or something, but decided to order pasta. It was an Italian restaurant and she was trying to blend in. Johnson on the other hand, had a difficult time picking out his orders. According to his gym instructor, his plate needs to be filled with green or

whatever. Camila frowned at the thought. Eww.

As they finished ordering, Camila looked at her hand that was placed across the table, fitting itself in Johnson's hand. Yes, they were holding hands from across the table. It was such a romantic thing to do.

Nope. It wasn't when he was on his phone and smiling at it from across the table.

"Johnson, are you seriously texting right now?" Camila said, having no intention to be a lousy date – but come on, can't he put it down for a while?

"Oh babe, I'm sorry. It's just my gym instructor, Kara. She was just reminding me with my veggie shake later." Johnson locked his phone and placed it in his pocket, making Camila laugh at him.

She wasn't really sure why she was laughing. Maybe because he was being sweet and calling her pet names, or maybe because she felt awkward. She wasn't really sure at the moment.

He looked at her and smiled. He brought her hand up to his lips, giving them small pecks on her fingertips – he was kissing her hand like it was so special to him. It made her heart flutter.

She giggled. "Why are you kissing my fingers like that?" Camila couldn't help but feel her cheeks blush.

"You're just so kissable." He continued with his lips, moving on to her knuckles, and slowly bringing his lips to her palm. Camila just watched.

"You haven't even kissed me properly," Camila's tone was hushed, but Johnson could still hear it. She looked away from him, knowing he had a smirk on his lips.

Johnson tugged on her hands, making her look at him. "Would you want me to?" Camila felt herself smile at his words, and couldn't help but giggle at his response.

She was about to answer him, but the food got to their table. Camila didn't know why, but she always felt like she was a bad kisser. She's only had one boyfriend before, and they rarely kissed.

He cheated on her with someone else - that has got to mean something right? Ehm.

Luckily she didn't have to answer his question, it'd be lame either wise. She was practically saved by the bell, if you could count food as bells. That didn't make sense, at all.

Camila was hungry, and she decided to dig in the food. It tasted quite weird if she was to be honest. She didn't want to interrupt Johnson who was happily digging in his salad and weird stuff. The pasta tasted green teaish if she could imagine it. Well, damn.