𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅, a camilo fic!

xiii.

disguises.
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"maybe it was time to move on. even if it hurt."
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(name) finished the most of her clients. she wont get into too much detail about that, but after, she went into encanto to get a few goodies. her mamá has been taking a break from baking, but she really needs some pastries to cope with her feelings.

"señorita (name), it's been a while. how can i help mija?" a father-like energy greeted her like a big warm hug. "oh tio felix." she winced. "what are you doing here?" the yellow wearing man shrugged, "my boy is.. grieving, wont tell us why, but i'm doing his chores for now."

(name) smiled. "aw, that's sweet." wait. tio felix is camilo's dad dummy! she thought to herself. "wait, camilo's grieving?" tio felix awkwardly shifted in his place. "well yeah.. he went out the last few days, then just decided to take a few days off recently."

she hummed. "how long has he been away?" tio felix snapped his fingers, "about two days." so what mamá's saying is true. she thought again. "so what will it be?" he held some tongs and a tray in his hand.

"oh!" (name) let out a light laugh, "right. i'll just get two pizza breads." she handed over the coins in her pocket. "coming right up!" tio felix yelled joyfully. (name) felt like, she couldn't breathe.

"uh, tio?" she asked before leaving. "si?" he responded. "is it okay if i visit camilo?" she bit her lip. tio felix was bug-eyed. "of course. you'll honestly be doing us a favor." he chuckled. he had the same laugh as camilo.

(name) nodded. "i'll see you around (name)!" he bid goodbye, as well did (name). as much as she promised herself that she would wait for camilo to come to her first, there are some things that she herself has to face on her own.

so from there, she walked to casita.

all she could hear besides the whistling of the wind and townfolk talking, was the sound of her heartbeat. it was gradually getting faster as she walked closer to casita.

what was she going to say? what if he doesn't even want to talk?

but in order to really face him. she has to climb up to a window. like novio like novia right? she bit the paper bag of pizza breads, and started to climb up. only to slide back down. "man." she mumbled. "casita, could you help me out?" casita responded by closing and opening the shutters.

casita made stairs up to camilo's room. "gracias." she breathed in awe. she started walking up the stairs. and when she arrived, she climbed over the window. "cam?" she whispered. he wasn't there. maybe he was downstairs getting food? it seemed the reasonable thing.

so she sat and waited. tapping her foot on the ground, impatiently. finally the door twisted open.

"(name)?!" he gasped. "surprise.." she said with a small laugh, shaking the paper bag in her hand. he sighed and put a hand on his forehead. "is that pizza bread?" he had both of his hands now on his hips.

(name) let out a laugh. "your favorite." she tossed the bag to him. he quickly caught it in his hands and opened it. "dang." he breathed. "we need to talk. properly." camilo nervously tapped his foot on the ground.

"you're miss cupid right?" like it wasn't obvious, (name) gave a playfull eyeroll. "where is this going chico?" he cleared his throat. "i need help with this girl." (name) was speechless. that fast?

he rubbed his nape, "and.. i really love her, but," (name) managed to gain the strength to let out some words. "but?" camilo stared down at his feet, then lifted his head to lock eyes. "but i don't think i'm worthy of her."

this was the first. usually, her clients would come to her about how this person they're crushing on doesn't see them, or notice them, or is giving them mixed feelings. but camilo genuinely cared about the other.

how lucky she must be.

a/n ; (name) you gullible little shit.

"is it krystel again?" (name) asked. camilo shook his head, "no. someone else." she hummed. "who is it then?" camilo was a little shocked about how dense (name) actually is. "seriously chica?" he laughed.