♡ smut » cameron dallas ♡ [completed]

Chapter • 37

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C/A = Cameron's address • C/P/N = Cameron's phone number •

"Can I just have," I paused, admiring the expensive selection of foods that this patisserie had to offer, "one pain au chocolat please." 

"Of course, madam." A man serving me with slick, black hair replied; a french accent, strong and fluent as he spoke.

I watched as he carefully picked up the food of my choice, trying ever so hard to not crumble it in a pair of white tongs.

He placed it on a modern, blue-patterned plate, which looked similar to the ones that you'd find in an antique store; very expensive.

"Here you are madam," He smiled, handing me the plate from across the counter, "That will be €15,80."

I gave him the money and walked around the small patisserie in an attempt to find a seat to sit at.

As I continued looking for a seat, my eyes came across a young boy, on his own, with hazel brown hair, flicking through photos in his camera and occasionally looking out of the window.

"Excuse me," I softly spoke, trying to grasp his attention.

His head shot up.

As soon as his eyes met mine, he smiled warmly.

"Bonjour, madam," He greeted, attempting a French accent, which made me laugh.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked, still slightly giggling.

He shook his head, "Nope." An inviting smile still laid upon his face, "Sit there if you want."

I placed my food on the table in front of him and sat in the seat opposite.

"Cameron." He said, introducing himself.

He held his hand out from across the table, wanting me to shake it.

"I'm Y/N." I smiled, shaking his hand, "So what are you doing here by yourself?" I asked, watching as his eyes glistened in the faint, morning sun of Paris.

"Well, I'm supposed to be at a meeting," He sighed, looking out of the window, his gaze on many people walking through the quiet street, "But unfortunately, I don't have any photos."

My eyebrows knitted together, questionably, "Photos?" 

"Yeah, I take photos of people," He looked back towards me, "Naked."

For some reason, my face flushed a deep crimson.

"That sounds interesting," I smiled, "Do you enjoy it?" 

"A lot," His eyes wandered back out to the window, "And no it's not because I get to see naked women," He joked, making me laugh, "I just love the art of how everyones bodies are so unique and complex, and it represents youth in a young, beautiful character," His eyes laid upon mine, "Just like yourself."

My face heat up and I immediately felt hotter than before.

Woah.

"Alright, mister 'I'm such a flirt'." I joked, making him chuckle.

"But in all seriousness, you should consider it," He encouraged, making my lips curve upwards, "It helps with confidence, insecurity levels and is also a great stress reliever."

At this point, I was actually beginning to consider it.

"How do I know you're not some perv or something?" I asked, in a joking manner of course.

He laughed slightly, "Trust me," He smiled, "Here, take this."

He handed me a small business card with all of his information written on it, "I'll see you tonight then?" He asked, a small smirk appearing on his face.

I nodded, "Expect it."

I watched as he walked out of the shop with a bright smile on his face, accentuating his plump lips.

I read the small card he gave me, 

Cameron Dallas 

C/A

C/P/N

I turned it over to see a 'winky' face, which made a small giggle escape my lips.

I'm officially in love with Paris.

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Part 2 coming soon!