𝗗𝗔𝗛𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 ✧ camilo madrigal

𝟎𝟎𝟗 . 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁❟ 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁

Camilo was in his room a month later, after that conversation with Isabela and Camilo in front of the jewel shop, grooming himself, flattening his clothes, and brushing his curly, soft brown hair. He walked in front of the mirror, grinning as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Ah, you're so amazing, Camilo. She would like you, of course." He chuckled to himself as he was still looking at the mirror while arranging his yellow with chameleon patterns ruana.

"Okay, so how am I supposed to talk to her?" He cleared his throat. "Hola, (Y/N). I'm Camilo, and I'm here to talk with you on this wonderful day you just made me." He giggled to himself as he was practicing talking with you in front of the mirror. "I don't think I would say that much," he mumbled as he looked over at the nightstand, in which the small blue box is placed. "This could be the only way I could finally talk to her." He smirked to himself, and he looked back at the mirror. He was happy he was finally doing it and had finally had time for it.

"You've always been blooming like these flowers in this field, hermosa," he spoke again as he smiled and imagined the scene with you, and he sighed. "Stop daydreaming. Get into it." He stretched his neck as he got ready to go and got the small blue box he bought a month ago.

After he closed his door behind him, he continued to walk in the other direction, and before he could go further, he heard a quiet voice coming from his back. "Interesting. You're planning to meet (Y/N) today?" Dolores squeaked as she approached his younger brother, and Camilo sighed contentedly.

"Yeah, I've been waiting for this moment," he replied, looking at the small blue box he was holding in his hand and smiling broadly as if he hadn't had that expression on his face his entire life.

"Hm, I'm wishing you the long-awaited moment to be accomplished," Dolores hummed, and she walked in the opposite direction. Camilo snickered as he kept looking at the so-called present in his hand.

"Hermana has always been supportive," he mumbled, "and a talker," he thought as his eyes narrowed.

Meanwhile, in the small house of Isabela, Piso de Flores. Well, Isabela decided to have a name for her small house, and you're there at a table, sewing the final touch to the brimmed hat.

"I want to be surprised by this masterpiece, but I can't wait to see it completed!" Isabela commented eagerly as she watched you topstitch all over the bottom edge of the brimmed hat's side band with the sewing machine.

"I hope the result is good," you mumbled.

"Of course, it would be lovely! You're working hard for this gift," she encouraged you, and a few minutes later, you relaxed your shoulders and smiled broadly as you noticed the brimmed hat was already finished.

"I told you, it was gorgeous and better than I imagined!" Isabela's eyes sparkled as she held the brimmed hat. "I'm so happy to see the result. I really thank you, (Y/N)," she added as she grabbed the box from the other table, carefully placed the brimmed hat in it, and wrapped it as she twisted the ribbon around the box. "Why don't we unwind for a while? Could a drink or a visit somewhere help us recover from our exhaustion?" she suggested with a wide grin on her face. She feels grateful to have you after a long month, and the gift she had hoped to give has finally come true.

"I don't mind having a drink," you replied with a relieved smile on your face.

"It sounds good to me. Let's have a drink for this little celebration." She chuckled. "My treat for the drinks."

"Sure, sure," you snickered as you got up from your seat, and you followed her all the way out of the door.

After having some treats in a restaurant, the two of you say your goodbyes. "It's been a great time to have you. Thank you, (Y/N). I hope you get some well-deserved rest as you arrive at your home," Isabela remarked with a kind smile.

"Likewise. Thank you for always being here by my side," you replied.

"Yes, yes. Enough now, as if you thought we were leaving each other." She softly laughed. "We can still meet, right? Don't hesitate to visit me and spend time with me again. Adiós, amiga," she added as she softly waved goodbye to her and continued to walk the other way. You took a deep breath as you watched her walk away, and you decided to go home. There was nothing to do for now but help your tía with chores.

You walked through the streets, still seeing the vibrant hues of the houses and the upbeat tunes of musical instruments all around you. Seeing and exploring outside of your city is refreshing and enlightening. As your eyes roamed around, you didn't expect to see Camilo walking in front of you in the opposite direction. He was smiling down as you seemed to see a small gift in his hand, and the memory popped into your mind about accidentally bumping him on the way. Your hearing seemed less focused, but you tried to catch the sound of him howling your name as you ran that time. It's unsettled for you to come his way like that. How did he know your name, though?

Before you could think of another one, Camilo's voice snapped you out of your mind, "Hola, (Y/N-"

"I'm sorry again about what happened a month ago―about the accident in which I bumped into you," you interrupted him, immediately apologizing and making you worry. You thought he was not as friendly as he seemed; you thought he was mad at you, and this made Camilo cock his eyebrow. "My mind had a lot of thoughts at that time. I hope you understand and that I can make it up for you," you added that almost your voice has become shaky because of nervousness, and your heart is rapidly beating as you wait for his response.

Camilo held the small blue box behind him tightly. He didn't expect you to apologize to him. Yet, an idea appeared in his mind. "You'll make it up for me?" he echoed; something was going on in his head.

"Yes, bumping into you appeared to be quite rude," you responded, and he smirked mischievously. He discovered you thought he had a negative feeling for you, which piqued his attention.

"You're right. It's rude," Camilo commented, playing along with it. "It's admirable that you have the courage to talk with me. If others did that, they would run away because I was mad. I don't like it when someone runs into me by accident," he emphasized, and this made your lips purse. You knew it; he was mad at you, but in the back of Camilo's mind, he was pretending to be mad just for his new plan.

"I'll accept your apology, but you have to promise me," Camilo spoke again as he moved his feet more forward, "you'll make it up by always doing what I say until we're completely at ease."