Unscripted (Lauren/You)

V

I turn the last corner to my destination.

Camila and I decided to meet up at this new coffee shop in town. It was about a ten minute walk from my apartment, so I easily agreed. The clock was approaching 4:30, which was the time we had agreed to meet at.

Arriving at the tiny building, I observed the entrance. It has a paper cup with steam flowing out of the top with the words Tihi's Java in big green letters around it as the logo. It has a big glass door with thick green framing as the entrance and exit.

Pushing on the metal bar, I entered the little shop. The inside is very friendly-casual. There was a green counter to order your drink with a mini-bar next to it to display the refrigerated refreshments to the customers at the left wall of the shop.

Looking deeper to the back of the shop, I saw the cafe area. Tables are set up all around the center of the room, and along the walls is a single booth. Individual tables are set up separately in front of the deep-green booth.

The tables have a wooden surface with a green framing, and the metal chairs have a green padding to sit and lean back on. The walls are a dark yellow with a thick wavy line of dark green at my shoulder height. Checking to see if the ceiling holds the same theme as the rest of the shop, I was slightly disappointed to see a solid yellow color among the whole ceiling. There are bright bulbs of light indented into the ceiling in a pattern spread across the ceiling.

I'm really liking this place so far; most likely because green is my favorite color.

"Y/N?"

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a voice calling my name. Taking my gaze off of the ceiling, I met the familiar face that belonged to Camila Cabello, who was wearing light-washed jeans with converse and a long-sleeved maroon crop top.

Smiling softly at her, I greet her, "Hey, Camila. How's it going?"

She smiles back at me and steps forward, invading my personal space. I'm okay with that, though; I'm naturally an affectionate person.

"Hey," Camila chirps as she stretches her arms out and pulls me into a gentle embrace. I reciprocate by placing my hands on her back for the couple seconds we hugged. Releasing me a second later, she continues, "It's going well. Busy, but fun." The smile remains on her face, informing me that she genuinely enjoys her work. "How about you?" she asks.

Thoughts about my argument with Asher invaded my mind, but I wasn't going to bring that up. I came out to have a good time, not feel attacked by my own problems.

"Things are swell for me, too," I answer with a friendly smile still plastered on my face.

"Good to hear," Camila speaks. "Wanna get some coffee?" she asks, gesturing towards the counter.

I nod my head and say, "Yeah, sure." Smirking, I decide to mess with her. "What else would we come here for?" I tease, placing myself behind the two other customers in line.

Camila takes her place next to me as she looks at the ground in embarrassment. "I don't know," she mumbles, looking everywhere but at me. Before I could chuckle at her, her head snaps in my direction and she sasses, "Maybe I want that frappuccino." Seeing her hand pointed towards the display bar, I saw a knock-off version of a Starbucks frappuccino in a glass bottle.

Catching her flaw, I smirk in amusement. "You know that is coffee, right?"

"Well," Camila fumbles with her words as she thinks about a better comeback. "Well maybe...maybe I want some milk!" she blurted out seriously.

"Just stop," I jokingly advised her. "You already lost."

She squints her eyes at me in an attempt to look intimidating, but I can't help but let out a few chuckles. "Fine then, Weston," she snaps. "You won this round, but I will get you back."