Your P.o.V
She spilt her coffee on me. It was piping hot. Yet I didn't mind because she was beyond beautiful.
I was snapped out my trance when I heard a mesmerising voice.
"Are you okay? I have a spare shirt if you want to borrow it?", Camila asked concerned.
"I'm fine. Your beauty distracted from the pain. And do you mind if I borrow it?", I flirted with a wink gaining alot of confidence.
"Y-yeah sure it's just in my car." Camila stuttered out.
"Brilliant. I'll buy us coffee's while you go fetch the shirt?" I asked wanting to get to know her.
"Okay I'll be 2 minutes" Camila replied walking out of the shop and fetching the shirt.
I walked towards the counter once again, since my coffee spilled too.
"Hey, can I order two coffee's please?" I ordered politely.
"That will be £2.30 please" the cashier told me.
"Here you go" I said as I handed my money towards her.
I sat at a table waiting for my number to be called since I had to wait for it to be made. I made a mental note to ask Camila for her number later.
"Number 77?" A voice called out.
I got up and walked towards the counter.
"That's me" I smiled showing her my number.
"Thank you for waiting" she smiled back at me handing mine and Camila's drinks.
The bell signalled meaning someone has just walked in, I looked towards the door and saw Camila.
"Hey", I whispered smiling at her.
"Here's the shirt", Camila whispered smiling back at me.
I pull out a chair for Camila and she sits in it thanking me. I hand her, her coffee and take the shirt. I take off my coffee stained shirt, feeling stares, and put on Camila's spare one on.
"Thanks for borrowing me this shirt.", I replied, reminiscing the scent of her shirt as it smelled like roses.
"Are you okay there? You look like you want to devour my shirt", Camila spoke up, chuckling at my actions.
I didn't respond. I nodded, too embarrassed to speak up fearing I would say something stupid. Yet I got lost again, in thought, this time staring into her chocolate orbs wondering if I'd ever build the courage to ask her about herself wanting to learn more and more by the minute.
Then suddenly, I was snapped out of my gazing by a question that threw me off.
"So do you want to ask each other questions?", Camila enquired.
My mind wondered off as I was confused on why she would ask that. It was as she had read my mind but I also wondered if she wanted to get to know me as much as did with her. I smiled as I thought about the questions I wanted to ask, but it seemed to me that Camila was quicker at thinking than me.
"What school do you attend to Y/N?, Camila asked with a smile that reached her eyes.
"How do you know my name?", I said clearly scared on how she knew my name.
"It's on your badge, yet it doesn't tell me what school you attend to", Camila smiled at me.
"I go to Hogwarts", I responded jokingly, chuckling at my own joke.
"So you watch Harry Potter then." She chuckled, "Do you want to get out of here seeing as your coffee's gone cold?"
I got up, pushing my chair in as I did. I threw my coffee in the bin seeing as it's gone cold and walked out of the café hearing the bell signalling I had left and waited for Camila.
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The Vampire Encounter Camila/You
FanfictionYou are a vampire. She's a famous singer in a very popular girl group. Will she make you change your ways? For the better or for the worse?