Camren Smut

The Dance Teacher

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Prompt: AU. Camila Cabello is a dance teacher in Hollywood. She owns a small private studio above a restaurant and gives lessons to classes as well as in private. Let's see the dance moves she and her new student Lauren are practicing. (who doesn't love a strong and fit Camila

PART 1

Camila closed the door as the last of her small salsa class left. She sat down on the floor in front of the big mirror and started stretching her legs out. She had been dancing since she was 4 years old so it felt natural when she decided that she would teach classes. She taught classes in almost every style from ages 5 and up. She started at 10 and usually at 4:30. Anything after that was usually a private lesson. Between teaching here and her personal life, she also volunteered to help the swim team down at her old alum, Rosewood High and help her best friend Hanna with the clothing store she opened up a town over. They were little odd jobs here and there that she loved so she had nothing to complain about. They paid the bills and she was happy, that was all that mattered.

Camila shifted her body into a yoga position and starting getting into her more complex stretches. She started yoga with her now fiance a few years back, and even though her fiance quit, Camila kept with it and by the time she just about learned everything, she'd become even more flexible than she was from just the swimming background and dancer stamina. Her fiance definitely didn't complain about it either. Stretching all the way down and grabbing her toes, she exhaled deeply and was able to stretch further, really relaxing her mind and body.

Standing, Camila got the next CD ready for her private lesson. She had just one more lesson to give and then she was home free. Home free: where the love of her life was, where pizza and cute onesies were...not to mention it was Friday, so that meant junk food and Netflix.

Camila sighed, waiting to get home and start the weekend. She checked her phone and it read 4:15. Fifteen more minutes until her next class. She checked her schedule and seen it was her once-a-week, private dance with Lauren Jauregui. Of course, how could she forget?

Camila stomach's growled and she was tempted to run downstairs and grab a bread stick. The restaurant under her studio was an Italian one, so the long wafts of cool air that came from her window would also oftentimes bring in the smell of fresh bread or pasta, or amazing sauces rolling in and making her stomach growl. Not to mention the authentic home-style pizza was absolutely amazing. Antonio's Authentic Italian. It was her favorite for years. It was dumb luck and a wrong turn in her jogging route that found Camila here in her very own little dance studio above her no favorite place for Italian.

Camila had met the owner, Tony, a while back on a jog. She was taking her every morning jogging route through the streets. She made a few wrong turns but didn't stop to ask directions, it was Rosewood, she knew how to get home from anywhere. So naturally, as she was texting her whereabouts to her girlfriend at the time, it was when Tony came backing out of the store's front door holding a box full of new menus and she ran right into him. If she was looking up, she might have been able to move out of the way, but of course she hadn't been looking forward, so down they both went. After some apologizing and a break for water, Tony and Camila got engaged in a conversation about what Tony's restaurant would be like.

An hour later and Camila was signing papers for the studio upstairs and eating some chicken alfredo made from Antonio's old family recipe. She had that effect on people. She was personable, nice, she knew how to talk to people, the killer smile and stellar body were just a bonus in the people persuading powers.

Camila sighed and stood, breathing in another waft of food. She looked at her phone to check the time.

Damn, it's already 4:25, no time to eat something.