Chapter 06: Those Little Moments

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Camila's POV

Summer was over. I had learned from my mentor for two months now. It was only once a week I met Ms. J for the mentoring session, but I saw my improvement. I was no longer lost like before. I had decided what I wanted to do now. I focused on improving my photography skills and becoming a landscape designer. I loved these two things most. I had not taken them seriously because I feared I could not make a living. Ms. J did not just teach me but also motivated me.

The way Ms. J taught me was not simple. She did not just tell me what to do. She made me think by asking me questions. She made me do the research and find my answer myself. If something was not right or when I was not sure about my answers, she would have more questions and more options until I finally concluded that I was certain. I loved how she made me think. She made me think and decide what I really wanted. I was so grateful for having this opportunity. Every week, I learned something new during those hours.

During those hours, I found her more and more charming by day. Now, I understood why so many people admired her, including me now. She was not only brilliant and charismatic but also a gentlewoman and thoughtful. The creepy image I had for her no longer existed. I admitted that I have a little crush on her now. I admired her like most people did. Who would not, right? She got the look, she got the brain, she got the attitude, and she was wealthy. She knew how to treat people well, which also made me wonder if she treated everyone the same, with the same respect and care.

If it was the same, it meant I was lucky to meet such a person. Sometimes, the way she looked at me when we were talking during those hours made me think differently. I could not hold the stare she gave me when we were talking, especially when we had a pause during our conversation. I did not want to think she liked me because it seemed impossible in many ways. It could be just my delusional self because I admired her now, or maybe it was just my wild side that wished that she liked me a little bit, too. It also made me think about whether she treated all the women she had dated the same way she did to me.

I should not have thought of that. I should dismiss this thought and keep things professional as she did. She was never a second being impolite during the mentoring session. The only time we touched was when we had a handshake or fist bump. I enjoyed every mentoring session until now, but there were those little moments that made me think she treated me a bit too special. She always gave her full attention to me whenever I was with her. She always cared about me a little bit too much.

Sometimes, the way she looked at me made me feel certain feelings. There were times when she caught me studying her face, and vice versa. We never talked about it. I would freeze like a deer caught in the headlight, but she would immediately and casually dismiss it like nothing happened. Probably, it was nothing special between us. She probably was used to such a situation when people were admiring her. So, she could easily dismiss it without being awkward, even for a second. However, I still wondered if she always looked at people that way, the way her green eyes stared deep into mine.

Things got a little too much for me today. She asked me to accompany her to attend the charity event at the motor museum in the late afternoon. She said her friends were not in town. She also did not want to ask her assistants since it was Sunday. I agreed to accompany her to the event after the mentoring session. I did not know if I had made a wrong decision. Those little moments that made me think of her got more intense when I accompanied her to the event. Sitting next to her in her sports car, heading back to her place, I could not stop thinking of those little moments that happened today.

*** Flashback started ***

In the living room: I went to the living room after I finished getting ready for the event. Ms. J showed up five minutes later.

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