Third Person P.O.V
"Friday took long enough to arrive" Liam mumbles to himself.
His constant gaze lingered upon the transparent double doors of the dinky bakery that Camila had agreed to meet at. The thought of her standing him up popped into his head, however, he instantly disposed of such a ridiculous notion as it was merely eight-fifty pm. He couldn't blame her for not being present ten minutes prior.
Liam was in a state of excitement and trepidation. Enjoyment as he was excited to meet her at last and Trepidation for the fear of her actually ditching him. But he highly doubted an incident like that would transpire. Even if he'd only gotten to know her through Instagram and several interviews he would watch at twelve pm when he couldn't sleep, he knew she wouldn't. Despite his slight anxiousness, his level of excitement for this moment was major, to the extent that he was literally counting down the days.
Whilst Liam both anxiously and excitedly awaited her arrival, Camila inwardly screamed. Taking an Uber wasn't the wisest option since a car crash had just come about and her driver seemed awfully sketchy. She'd attempted to pay the slightly old looking man for how far he's been able to bring her and reassured him that she would walk the rest of the way. However, he objected, claiming that there was an innumerable total of perverts out there and that traffic would soon clear up. She believed the only pervert was in the car.
"Are you sure you don't want to take the money and let me walk the rest of the way? I've got an very significant place to get to."
"A cafe is an important place?"
"Yeah, it is."
"Well, no miss," replied the driver who now wore a chilling and irksome leer "I'm afraid not."
An intense sentiment of unease stirred within the pit of her stomach and her mind roared the sole word "RUN!"
But she didn't.
Instead, Camila texted Liam through Instagtam:
Liam
Camila, where are you?
I'm in an Uber. Bad mistake!
Wtf! Why was it a mistake?
The drivers very sketchy and we're stuck in traffic.
He won't let me leave.
I'm actually extremely afraid of what he may do to me.
I need your help.
Where are you?
Patrickson Drive.
That's not far from here at all.
Don't worry, I'll be there.
Don't move and text me if he tries anything.
Okay. Thank you.
Anything for you, Cami.
She smiled at that. A brief surge of security washing over the raven-haired girl but was demolished post-haste when she seized sight of the driver peering disturbingly at her as if she was a fresh piece of meat.
"So, uh, how are you?"
"Fine, but not as fine as you."
Pls hurry
I'm nearly there, I promise.
His response hadn't been false. As soon as he'd read her text, he was already zooming to her aid. There was no explanation for it but when he thought of Camila suffering his heart endured a tremendously gut-wrenching throb. He yearned to punish anyone who'd even inflicted a paper cut to her pinky. And if this man even tapped her shoulder lightly...there would be circumstances.
"I know how lonely the backseat can get," The man slurs, "If you want, I could offer you some company."
"No thanks," she gulped
"C'mon, no need to be shy."
"No, I'd rather be alone."
"Nonsense,"
"Makes sense to me!" an unfamiliar voice acquiring sternness counters.
Within a time frame of two seconds, Camila averted her visual perception to Liam. There was no doubt that he was even more captivating in real life. Everything about him was ravishing.
"Who even are you?"
"No need to know my name. I'm just here to pick up my date." Liam retorts, anterior to lightly grasping the raven-haired princess' hand and darting onto the narrow footpath.
"This is not exactly how I pictured meeting you." Liam told her
"Me neither."
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