Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

Get To Know You

"Y/l/n!" I hear as I burst into the cafe, a little dishevelled from the hurried drive over here.

I quickly make my way over there, already apologising when I'm only halfway there.

"So sorry, I really didn't mean to be late. I, well honestly I slept through my alarm and then my hair was a complete state and, yeah, I'm sorry." I breath out and take the seat opposite her, flipping said hair to the other side.

"It's fine." She chuckles, "Don't worry about it. How are you?"

"I'm okay." I nod, and then take in her outfit: a tan, slender dress with ruffles at the elbows, "Well, despite feeling a little underdressed." I add, glancing down at my own scruffy hoodie and ripped jeans.

She laughs softly and shakes her head, looking down at herself.

"If anything, I feel overdressed." She comments, plucking something off of her sleeve. A bit of lint, probably.

"I like it, though." I grin reassuringly, and she looks up at me and I swear her eyes sparkle.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." I nod.

She smiles, but quickly clears her throat and looks down at the table between us, asking, "Did you bring your textbook?"

"I... there's a textbook for your class?" Honestly, I didn't even know there was one, but I say it in a joking tone. She sends a just as joking-but-serious look to me which makes me blush heavily, I'm sure.

"We're not going to be able to get much tutoring done without a textbook, Y/n." She cocks her brow at me, but I catch on to my first name and smirk back at her.

"What a shame." I breathe sarcastically and lean over the table, crossing my arms beneath me.

She seems to fight with herself internally before signing and grinning back at me.

"I'd hate to waste the chance to try out this lovely cafe." She comments, mimicking my position.

"What shall we do?" I question, my voice dripping with mockery.

"What can I get for you ladies?" Benny, the waiter, asks with a polite wink. I know it's polite because he is so gay, it's unreasonable. He and I are acquaintances, because he's one of Cara's friends.

"Um... I'll take..." Camila begins, quickly leaning back in her seat and scanning over the menu.

To give her more time to think, I answer with, "The usual."

"Alright." He nods and jots it down on his notepad.

Meanwhile, Camila looks up at him and orders French toast.

"And to drink?" He asks Camila, since I always order an orange juice with my toasted croissant and chocolate brioche, aka my favourite breakfast that this place sells.

"Do you do smoothies?" She questions and Benny nods and answers with the flavours, out of which she chooses strawberry and banana, and also gets water for the table.

"Cool. I'll be right back with your orders." He smiles and heads back to the counter and the kitchen behind it.

"Good choice," I comment when my attention falls back to her. She hums in questioning so I continue, "The French toast. Or so I've heard, I've never tried it from here. Cara says it's good though."

She nods slowly and looks around.

"You know what else would be a good choice?" I ask, trying to break the semi-awkward silence that fell between us.

"What's that?"

"Us getting to know each other." I smile and wiggle my eyebrows, making her laugh and lean back over the table slightly. God damn, she's so beautiful.

"How about we take it in turns to ask questions?" I suggest, "You go first."

"Ummm... okay. Have you lived here your whole life?"

"In this city? Yeah." I nod, not quite wanting to get into all that just yet.

"What about this area?"

"Ah- that's two questions." I tease and she laughs a little and tells me it's my turn.

"Where are you from?" I ask, going with a similar question to hers.

"Cuba." She responds, making me widen my eyes, "My Mom is Cuban and my Dad is Mexican, and we moved to Miami when I was five or six."

"Wow." I nod approvingly, "That's cool."

"Yeah. Why did you move?" She shoots straight away, making me clench my jaw.

"Uh, I got bullied pretty bad," I explain lowly, and her face instantly drops.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"It's okay." I offer with a shrug, "Plus my birth father is kind of a stalker so we tried to get away from him for a while."

Wow, I don't tell anyone that. It took an actual encounter with him for me to tell Cara and even then only because she wouldn't let it go. I suppose Camila also experienced him, kind of, when he came to school but still.

"That's rough. I'm sorry for asking." She says, reaching over and patting my hand lightly, which not only comforts me but also makes me blush.

"It's fine."

"No, it's not. Is that why I had to tell the office you weren't in my class that day?"

"Yeah."

She smiles sadly at me but Benny comes over with our drinks before I have the chance to reassure her any further. I don't think I've ever been this vulnerable with anyone so quickly.

"Thanks, Benny." I smile up at him as he puts my juice down, and Camila does the same when her smoothie is placed in front of her.

"No problem." He grins back and leaves again.

"My turn." I then say, changing the subject.

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Sorry for the wait! I've had a whole lot going on in my life (trust me) and my mental health had to come before my writing for a while. I should be back now, though I'm either at school or not at home and the WiFi is pretty much useless where I spend most of my time, and I mostly use it for reading since I haven't been getting as much inspiration for writing lately, but I think it's coming back to me.

Long story short, slow updates will be likely for a while, unfortunately.

Hope you're all doing well!