Camren - one shots

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Camila - rich, never has to do anything for herself, father owns a major business. Not exactly your typical girl, dresses a little more in the masculine side.

Lauren - not necessarily poor, but on the lower side of middle class. Works in a diner as a waitress while trying to handle being a single mom.

"Miss Camila, your father told me to make sure you eat." My driver, Daniel, said to me.

I groan.

"Okay, we're are we going?" I ask. I look in the mirror and see him smiling slightly.

"The diner on 5th, miss." He says. My eyes widen.

"WHAT?" I ask. He chuckles.

"This is not funny Daniel! Why are we going to a diner?" I ask.

"It was not my idea, Miss. Your father wants you to meet people." He says.

I gasp.

"But I do interact with people! I have you and Mrs. Andrews!" I argue. He sighs.

"Miss, I am your driver and Mrs. Andrews is your maid. Just trust your father on this one, okay?" He asks. I sigh.

"Fine." I mumble.

"Okay, Miss, we are here." Daniel says after a few minutes.

I bite my lip and nod. I step out of the car and look through the car window.

"Aren't you coming?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"Sorry, Miss Camila, your father's order is that you do this alone. You have your cards, yes?" He says. I nod slightly and he smiles.

"I'll come back soon, okay?" He says and I nod again.

"Bye Daniel." I say, quietly. He smiles sadly and waves, pulling away from the curb and driving down the street.

I looked from my left to my right. The diner was in a somewhat nice, somewhat not, area. On my left was a tattoo parlour, a rather large man standing outside it. He was looking at what I assume to be a tattoo that he had just gotten done. On my right was a nail salon. A mother and daughter were walking in, the little girl jumping up and down in excitement. I smiled. I knew the only other place to look was in front of me. I was nervous, which was rare to me. I'm never nervous, I'm usually the one who comforts my nervous friends and girlfriends. Yeah I'm gay. It's 2016 and I live in New York , it shouldn't be a much if surprise. I shook my head, trying to stop thinking. I can do this. So I just walked up to the door and walked in. I shouldn't be nervous. It's just a diner. Just a place where I can get lunch and that's it.

When I looked up I saw the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Now don't get me wrong, I have seen a lot of pretty girls. But never beautiful. That's how gorgeous the girl was. She looked around my age, maybe a little older. She smiled at me as she walked up to me.

"You okay? You look a little lost." She says and lets out a laugh. Oh my gosh, her laugh. HER EYES. Her eyes are bright green. I swear, she could hypnotize me.

Stop it, Camila. She's probably not even gay. I think to myself and shake my head.

"Um, I'm not really used to coming to places like this." I mumble, placing my hand on the back of my neck. She smiles.

" I figured that. Don't be nervous. It's simple. You look at the menu and you tell me what you would like." She says and laughs again. I smile.

"Okay." I say. Her toothy grin changes to a closed mouth smile.

"Follow me, I'll bring you a table." She says, I nod.

"Thank you, um.." I trail off, not knowing the beauty's name. She moves her hair away from in front of her name tag. 'Lauren.'It says, a little bit of red coming to her cheeks. I smile.