𝗗𝗔𝗛𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 ✧ camilo madrigal

𝟎𝟏𝟑 . 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲

You were now in front of the door of his room as you observed the carvings and golden glints of his door. You saw the carving of his figure, showing how he used his shape-shifting gift. It was detailed even in the corners, which somehow distracted you from waiting because Camilo told you earlier that he was still changing.

A few moments later, after what felt like eternity as a statue stood in front of his door, he finally opened it.

"Thanks for waiting," Camilo spoke while running his fingers through his curly, delicate hair. He seemed to have just finished showering when you arrived.

"It's nothing," you replied. He was wearing a different outfit. It was more formal for his dance practice, which made him outstanding as well. He could be good-looking in any style he fit into. Then you noticed that the collar of his shirt was still unbuttoned.

"The buttons of your shirt, Camilo," you pointed out as you beckoned on his shirt.

"Oh? Are they still unbuttoned?" Camilo asked, being oblivious or likely pretending he didn't see them.

"Sí." You nodded. "Or are they supposed to be your style?"

"Ah, no," he replied. However, he stayed there as if he were waiting for a miracle.

"So, aren't you gonna fix it?" you inquired.

"What? Fix?" He snickered. "Of course, it should be fixed," he emphasized, and he was looking directly at your eyes. Was he giving you signals that you couldn't seem to comprehend?

"That's good to know, I guess," you replied, and there was a wall of silence for a moment. So, nobody was going to move between the two of you? Then he sighed, lightening up the conversation.

"I actually can't find where the unbutton ones are," he interrupted. "And since you were the one seeing those, mind if you button them, por favor?" He kindly smiled. Behind the smile, he was hiding his excitement.

"Is that so?" you asked. "You don't have a mirror to use?" you suggested.

When you mentioned the mirror, he swiftly blocked the sight of mirrors behind him in the room, and he focused on you again. "Yes, they're broken," he replied.

"Oh," you muttered and finally understood why all of this silence earlier was puzzling as well. "Okay, come closer, then." You stated, and he eagerly smiled but quickly went back to his neutral expression.

"Sure, sure," he agreed as he leaned closer to you, and your hands reached the collar of his shirt as you buttoned each one.

"Done," you mumbled as you stepped back, giving space for the two of you. It was just quick, but for Camilo, the time slowed down when he watched you fix his buttons. He could even feel how his cheeks would heat up from how close the two of you were, and he could even smell your fragrance, making his mind spin around.

"Gracias." He stood up straight as he adjusted his shirt, smiling. "We can now go to the town square. My practice will occur there," he stated, and you nodded in response.

Unbelievable. You became a full-time guardian to guide him even in practice. Though he was a nice guy somehow, you want to be nice to him, too.

At the town square, there are already musicians, singers, and dancers in their designated clothes for the founding anniversary of the Encanto that will happen a few weeks later. And they were preparing for this special celebration of their town, and they'd like to make their performances, of course, just as fine and excellent.

"There's our lead dancer and his leading woman." Marcelo snickered as he approached the two of you.

"Pardon. I'm not included in practice." You awkwardly smiled.

"Ay." Marcelo laughed. "You must've not gotten the joke, señorita," he added.

"Shh, at least get behaved, Marc," Camilo scolded as he glared at him.

"Ooh, relax. It looks like boyfie is mad," Marcelo teased as he chuckled, and Camilo playfully huffed.

"Let's just go. Is the practice already underway?" Camilo asked, changing the subject, as he put his arm on Marcelo's shoulder and they continued to walk.

Camilo looked over his shoulders to check on you, and you smiled in assurance as you followed them behind. You've known how these friends teasing goes, and you wouldn't think of anything unless it was proven and said already. To make sure that won't hurt your feelings in the future.

Their dance practice is already underway, and you were sitting at the nearby bench where you could see them practicing their dance steps along with the music that was echoing in the surroundings.

Your head was swaying with the music, just like you remembered the last time Camilo told you about the dancing, which is not that overwhelming. And a memory flashed before you that he suggested even having a practice dance with you.

You sighed. "Why on Earth did this suddenly enter my mind?"

After all, he appeared to be an excellent dancer. You observed how he was swaying around with the others and making those graceful movements to the music. It was entertaining not to gaze at him. Plus, he was confident and centered in every step he took.

A few minutes later, it was now their break time, and Camilo approached you, panting from how heavy their practice was, especially in their clothing.

"The," he exhaled, regaining his breathing, "the water, please," he continued, and you handed him his water bottle, just beside your seat.

He took the water bottle and thanked you, and he spun open the cap and continued to drink it.

"Exhausting, huh?" you commented.

"Yeah," he replied as he stopped drinking and closed the bottle. "And our dance mentor said that you should join us." He smirked.

"The heck," you blurted. "She hasn't seen how I dance," you added, and you thought for a moment. It was impossible for a dance mentor to say that seriously, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Camilo."

And you heard him laugh. He enjoyed seeing your reaction after he told you that. After all, he was only kidding, and you were now puffing your chest at how easily you believed.