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"Camila right?" Camila nod in agreement as she hold ther guitar tighter

"Your performance was good" the judge said as she her grip in the guitar got tighter. She knows where this will go "But were not looking like you. But it was nice though. Better luck next time" the author said and she already have expereince same situations like this but her tears never did got used to it.
"Thank you" and she took a bow and got off the stage.

She put her guitar in the case and put it in her back as she rode her bike going to her work. She felt her eyes gettin wet but she just wipe it with her hands

She arrived at her work and park her bike in the bicyle rack and got in. She put her bag in the locker room and sat her guitar on the side and changed to her uniform. She tug off the foldings of her skirt and took a deep breathe. "Get yourself together Camila" she said to herself and insert her blouse in the skirt

"Hey Camila" her coworker greeted her with a smile and she replied a simple but fake smile

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She was busy wiping the table when the glass door open. She properly stood up and greeted the person "Welcome" 

The guy just walked up to the counter and Camila return to the kitchen to fetch some orders for the other cotumers.

She looked at one of the plates waiting to be delivered to the tables of the cotumers. She picked the paper beside the plate written is number 4. She took the plate with the slice of a cheese cake and go through the door of the kitchen and handed it over to Table 4 where two costumers where busy chatting and didn't noticed Camila putting the cheese cake to their table.

"Hey Camila, can you take over while I took some of Cheif's order while his out" Katrina said and enetered to the door going through the kitchen.

Camila stood at the registrar waiting for costumer then suddenly the door opened and there was a guy in a black leather jacket with black skinny jeans and his eyes were shielded by black ray bans. He looked like his in a rush. When he already catched his breathe he slowly got near the cashier where Camila was standing, zoning out.

"Excuse me?" the boy asked as he wave his hands in Camila's face and brought her back from her own universe

"Im Sorry sir, Welcome sir what will be your order?" she welcomed the costumer while his gaze was looking at the menus

"I just take a regular cappuccino latte and a donut" he smiled as she take his orders and clicked it in the screen.

"May I take your name sir?" she asked as she took a regular cup and a marker and ready to write the name of the costumer.

"Uh-Keg. Just write Keg" he said and Camila wrote the given name to the cup and putted aside.

"Ill just call you sir if your order is here" Camila smiled and the costumer walked away into the side with the walls covered in books. He took a seat at a table with two seats available.

He took one of the books displayed at the shelf and returned to his seat and plugged his earphones to his ears and quietly read the book.

Camila finished the order of the young man and looked at the boy but unfortunately, if she shout he couldn't hear her so she decided to take the his orders to his table.

She set the cappuccino and donut to his table. She was about to go back to her position but her wrist were caught by that hands of the young man. He took his earphones and shades off and signaled Camila to sit down to the parallel available seat to himself.

"No sorry, I can't sir" she said and took her hand off from the guy's grip

"I just needed someone that I can talk to" he said in a calming low voice

Camila took sympathy and decided to take a seat and listened to this stranger's burden. As she looked at the guy's face she saw that his eyes were red similar to crying and it is surrounded by dark circles defining that he didn't get enough sleep

"I just want this to get this off from my chest" he said as he took a sip fro his latte

"Is this about a break-up? cause you talk to a wrong person here" Camila said and about to stood up but the stranger shook his head in disagreement.

"Have you ever felt that you have been annoyed by something that is part of your lifestyle?" he said and Camila sat comfortably in the chair. She seems confused about the question

"Imagine you're a celebrity and the labels and tabloids won't leave you alone" He said and maid Camila snort

"You? A Celebrity? Ha! You're wasting your time here, boy" She said but was still sucked in the seat due to her curiosity if where this conversation is heading.

"I hate when it when paparazzi always follows you and put your bad side to the public. Its like you don't have any good side." he said and from his voice, you can hear his feelings getting off from his chest.

Before he started his story a dozen of flash and sounds of clicking can be heard out from the cafe. He took a peak and wear his shades and try to hide from the hundreds of flashes. Camila on the other hand,panicked and grab Keg's hand and dash through the kitchen to the back door. They ran as fast as they can until what they can only see from the paparazzi are just a dot.