One Shots | camren

i can't tell if we're dating or not

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Summary: Lauren and Camila cross paths in several unexpected [see: unflattering] situations before they finally decide to go out.

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Lauren considers herself a generally patient human being. She's living her dream of being a writer and she's had the good fortune of being a successful one at that. She lives a comfortable life in her favorite city, doing what she likes to do best and is her own boss, so really, there's no excuse for her to be anything but a pleasant person, if not only to give back the good karma she's been lucky to have for most of her adult life.

Right now, however, her patience is really being tested by God himself. Or herself. Who actually knows if God is a man, or a woman or, whatever, but that's not the point. The point is, she's two seconds away from hitting this girl in front of her with a signed copy of her own novel.

Lauren is standing in line at a Starbucks in Miami International Airport and the girl in front of her is holding up the line over a freaking banana nut bread. Lauren had apparently ordered the last piece of banana bread this particular Starbucks had, unbeknownst to the crazy lady in front of her. The green-eyed girl didn't think she wanted coffee when she ordered the banana nut loaf, but she has since changed her mind when her flight was delayed again and so she went back in line for some white chocolate mocha, only to be greeted with this relentless lady who is really insistent on having some banana bread.

Lauren spent the last two weeks spending a much needed vacation in Hawaii, which was a gift from her publisher for yet another successful release of her novel, You Were Always the Best Part of Me [a/n: shameless self promo, check out my other story if you haven't already :)) ], after spending months trying to perfect her latest book, cooped up in her New York apartment. Her layover in Miami was supposed to only be two hours but is now nearing five because of the delays caused by a passing storm that is barely even grazing Florida. She thinks everyone is being a little overdramatic.

She's tired and she just wants some coffee, but this girl, whose ass is almost as big as the backpack that Lauren has for a carry-on, really wants some banana nut bread.

Camila is ready to come home. Miami has always been home ever since she moved there with her family from Mexico, but since living in New York for school and staying to live there permanently even as she travels as a freelancer photographer, her heart has found a true home in New York. She was in Miami to visit her family, to her dear mother's delight, who has been nagging her to visit for quite some time. You're always too busy nowadays, mija.

She loves her family, she really does, especially since they were more than accepting when she came out to them prior to moving to New York. She just never expected that they would be so accepting that every chance they get, they're constantly bugging her about when she's going to settle down and find a nice girl and blah blah blah. Camila is only twenty-five for crying out loud. And maybe she doesn't want a "nice" girl, but whatever.

Her flight has been delayed three times already and she thought she'd pass the time by indulging in some banana nut bread. She was already imagining enjoying the treat on her walk to the Starbucks in the airport, only to be disappointed that they've run out.

"Are you absolutely positive that you don't have any more? Maybe in the back?" Camila pleads to the cashier, who is not amused with her. In Camila's defense, yeah she'd been pretty insistent, but at least she'd also been pretty polite about it. She really wants some banana nut bread.

"Ma'am," the cashier says with a tight-lipped smile, trying in vain to hide her exasperation, "I've already checked twice in the back per your request and it is eleven and we close at midnight, so I'm sorry, but it really seems that we've ran out," she says finally. "Would you like to order anything else?"