Tastes Like Sangria Wine (Camila/you)

Prologue

~Camila's POV~

"What can I get ya?"

I slid into the revolving wooden bar stool, setting my clutch purse down on the bar table. Setting a twenty onto its surface, I spoke.

"Sangria with red wine please."

The buff man in a muscle shirt wiped his hands on the white towel hanging from his work belt, took the money and smirked.

"Coming right up gorgeous." He then turned to the drink selection.

I ignored his obvious flirting and unlocked my iPhone, beginning to tweet to my fans.

Great show tonight! Thank you so much Canada!! Xoxo😘💕

Sliding my phone into my back pocket, a clear glass of sangria landed in front of me, and the man stood behind the counter. I heard the popping of the cork from the red wine bottle, and mindlessly watched the crimson color pour into the alcoholic beverage. The colors swirled around in the glass and I continued to stare at it.

The man coughed.

"So uh..I was wondering if you wanted to head on to the back Camilla." A sly smirk spread across his face. "I'm more experienced with..other things than making drinks, sweetheart."

I cringed at his mispronunciation of my name, his stank breath nearly making me gag. I quirked an eyebrow.

"I'm not interested." I responded nonchalantly, swirling the drink around in my glass.

The man took this as a challenge and leaned over the bar table separating us.

"Oh come on..You're really gonna turn down this handsome face?"

Ugh. He's unbelievable.

I quickly stood up, and eyed him dead in the face.

"I'm not turned on to dick anyways, douchebag."

His mouth hung agape at the release of information and I smiled at him sweetly, grabbing my glass and turning around quickly to leave.

Only to be met with a pair of boobs and a pair of strong arms.

Gasping from being startled, my drink bumped into the woman's chest and onto her white polo, red wine soaking through the fabric.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry! I wasn't pay-"

It was then I was met with her auburn eyes.

Her face.

Her perfect face.

The gorgeous eyed woman chuckled, holding out her shirt to see the stain. "Ah you're all good cutie. I have plenty of these shirts anyways."

I laughed nervously at her, trying to steady my breathing. I went to speak, but nothing came out.

God you're so fucking attractive..

"Oh thanks angel face."

I looked up, a massive blush forming on my face having not realised I was thinking out loud.

"Uh...do you want me to help you clean that up?" I asked shyly.

Jesus Karla why are you so shy?

She smiled warmly at me. "Nah it's fine. Gives me something to remember you by."

I looked up into her beautiful eyes, smiling. "How does sangria wine on your shirt remind you of me?"

She took a small step closer, her breath fanning my face.

"Because now i'll remember you as the beautiful girl who spilled her drink on my shirt."

I felt myself blushing immensely and I chuckled, shuffling my heels.
"Is it possible that I can get your number? So..ya know..I won't just be a memory..?" A sudden surge of confidence filled my veins as I said that. My heart thundered in my ears as I awaited her answer.

Her smile grew even wider at my question. "Of course. I most surely wasn't planning on leaving this place without your number."

We exchanged numbers and she looked down at me, her lips only inches from my cheek. My breath hitched, as if i could already feel how soft they were.

How do I feel like this already?

I just met this girl.

Jesus.

"I'm Y/N." And the next thing I knew, her lips landed quickly on my cheek and she walked away to leave. I nearly fell over. My heart began burning in a way I couldn't understand.

I hadn't even had had a sip of my drink yet and I'm already tipsy.

Off of her.

Damn. I think I'm in love.

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I am extremely excited to continue this☺️❤️ I hope it was enjoyable so far
I love youuu
Xoxo~Sav