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inspired by: http://perfectlyrose.tumblr.com/post/129415546605/danger-days-of-our-lives-likehemmins-imagine
concept: camila's date stands her up, but you swoop in and save her night.
It's exactly 7:08 p.m. and the only reason you know is because this is at least the 50th time you have checked your watch in the past 5 minutes.
Maybe he got stuck in traffic. Or he got a flat tire. Or he locked his keys in his car and now he has to call State Farm and wait and that's why he's late. Oh my god this is absolutely pathetic, Camila. He's not coming. The agreement was to meet at 6:30 p.m. and you've been waiting for around 30 minutes. That's not too long, right?
Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sympathetic waitress who has stopped by your table for the umpteenth time, asking the same questions, "Is everything all right here? Can I get you anything else?" Her pitying eyes search yours for any emotion, but you refuse to show your disappointment.
By now, anyone in this situation would have gathered up their belongings and what's left of their dignity and went home but the hopeless romantic in you is ironically hopeful and decides to stay a few more minutes. Just in case he shows up.
"Actually, could I just have the bill?" I reply with a tight-lipped smile.
"Of course." She gives me a genuine half-smile and saunters off to attend to her other customers.
I check my phone for any new messages but I am only met with the usual No New Notifications display staring back at me, I quickly lock my phone and take a peek at the door. Still no one. With my leg anxiously moving up and down, I can feel the looks of the other guests on me. I surveyed the room of well-dressed customers and was met with many apologetic eyes, seemingly having been in my situation before.
I sigh, wondering when the waitress will come back with my check, mentally giving up and definitely feeling more of the hopeless than the romantic.
In a swift movement, a stunning woman with midnight black hair and warm chocolate eyes with cheek bones as nice as Angelina Jolie's settles into the seat in front of you. Her smile is radiant and infectious, instantly making you smile back despite the fact you do not know who the hell she is.
"I am so sorry, babe! It was super traffic on the way here and I got caught up at the hospital with some of my patients. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long?" Her voice, loud enough for surrounding tables to hear but not excessively loud, rises at the end of her sentence and her eyebrow raises, signaling to me for a response.
When I don't reply, her brows furrow. "Babe? You ok?" Her tone is concerned, and she leans in a little, to the point where her aura of perfume moves within proximity of my nose.
Wow. She smells really good. I wonder what perfume she uses? Like sexy goddess with a pinch of fruity?
She whispers, "Just go along with it, okay? I'll explain later." Her brows relax and her face returns to an adorable smile with round cheeks.
"I'm sorry. I got lost in my thoughts." More like your eyes. "I'm perfectly fine now that you're here. I hope you saved some lives today." I respond warmly, going along with her little act. I wonder if she really is a doctor. That's hot.
She beams at my response with "It's always a good day to save lives," when someone interrupts her. The waitress is back, Vanessa, as you know by her name tag, and the look of somewhat surprise, but mostly relief is plastered on her face. She faces you and asks, "Would you still like the check?"
For a split-second, I panic, but the stunning stranger answers for me with "No thank you, Vanessa. I would like a menu though."
Vanessa nods and wanders off again.
Now, you are left with this strangely good-looking woman who saved you from the pity party of this restaurant about to have actual dinner with her. This is new territory, even for Camila.
Okay, this woman has been very sweet but she still is a complete stranger. She seems nice and really pretty too but I don't even know her name!
As if reading my thoughts, the brown-eyed beauty introduces herself quietly whispering, "I'm Y/N, but right now I prefer honey, babe, baby, and so on." She winked, with a half smirk on her lips.
Your blush is unmistakable on your face; you're practically a tomato.
"Camila." You smile shyly. "It's nice to meet you."
The rest of night consists of you and Y/N getting to know one another with innuendos and funny jokes until finally dinner is done; the restaurant is closing. Y/N insists on paying for the bill, despite your protests, like the gentlewoman she is, even tipping Vanessa 30% for her caring service.
You don't know what time it is and it's funny because you have not once checked your watch since Y/N arrived.
And when she offers to walk you home, you do not hesitate to say yes.
Once you both reach your apartment door, she steps toward you and whispers like you're back at the restaurant trying to keep a secret, "I had an amazing time tonight. I was going to have dinner on my own, but I saw you sitting there with a frown on your face and I just had to do something. A pretty girl like you should never have a frown on her face. Whoever he or she was, they are missing out. But I'm hoping I wasn't too bad of a replacement?" One side of her mouth twitches upward in a lopsided grin.
You notice she likes to end her statements with half questions and a hopeful smile and you can't help but find it cute. You grin at the twinkle in her eyes from the reflection of street lamp, and the little dimple below the edge of her lip.
"You were better than anything I could have ever asked for tonight and definitely better than anything I would have expected. Thank you for being my replacement date. You may save lives for a living, but you also saved my night." I gushed wholeheartedly.
Y/N's cheeks are bright red and she's pretty sure she can't stop smiling and you seem to be having the same problem.
Y/N responds with a simple "No big deal." while you both seem to have a staring contest.
Both women are close enough to feel and see each other's breaths in the cold New York night. The specks of gold in Y/N's eyes are made visible by the bright light seem to pull Camila closer. The tension is thick until she whispers "Oh, fuck it." before slamming her lips against Y/N's.
Camila's hands are locked around Y/N's neck and Y/N's are wrapped around Camila's waist. The kiss is slow at first like they're testing out the water to see if it's freezing cold only to realize it's lukewarm and just right. And then it's fireworks and static at the same time. It's lightning cracking through crisp air and white dots in black space and it's everything and nothing all at once.
Eventually, they both pull away from lack of air with bruised lips and burning cheeks. And you can't help but blurt out, "Can I get your number?"
Y/N responds with "I'll do you one better. Can I take you out on a proper date?"
And again, you don't hesitate to say yes.
