summary- Camila sees you from across the coffee shop and is so distracted by your beauty that she smacks into a wall.
warnings- just some swearing.
"Camilla Kaybello!" The voice of a young boy yelled out, his tone sounded unsure and when she looked towards the direction in which he was standing, she saw the teenage barista looking at the cup with furrowed eyebrows like he wasn't quite sure how to pronounce what was written on it.
Camila walked over to the counter, her jacket hanging from her forearm and swaying slightly when her legs pushed against it. She smiled at the young barista who gave her a nervous grin before handing her the to go coffee with a nod of his head, Camila didn't bother to correct him on her name, just smiled in return before turning on the heel of her tall black high-heels that she was still learning to walk correctly in.
As she walked towards the exit of the small but busy coffee shop, she took a small sip of the hot coffee only to wince back from the burning liquid blistering her tongue, and from the unfamiliar flavor which was definitely not the French vanilla cappuccino that she had ordered. But Camila was never one for confrontation so she didn't go back to correct the mistake like any rational human being would.
Instead Camila continued with her walk, her brown eyes traveling around the small coffee shop in bordem, drawing over the small wooden tables that held handfuls of college students typing away on their laptops and conversing over one another in quiet dialogue. Her eyes gazed over the tall walls with broad chalkboards covering the chipping white paint, covered in aesthetically pleasing fonted words like Delicious and Darling.
None of this particularly intrigued Camila, her expression holding no real emotion except maybe bordem. That was until her gaze landed on a beautiful Y/H/C haired girl a few feet from Camila, she was sitting at a small table near the exit of the shop, it was right up against a window but she wasn't looking out of it. Her doe eyes were trained on the laptop in front of her, her manicured fingers typing on the keyboard at an impressive speed. Her shiny hair was up in a messy bun, strands of hair falling out lazily and framing her gorgeous face which had light makeup on it, highlighting her features and only succeeding in making Camila more distracted by her obvious beauty.
She was wearing washed-out blue jean shorts that were short enough to make Camila's cheeks dust with a light coat of pink as they trailed down the long legs folded under her, and a big knitted sweater in a burnt orange colour that bunched up slighlty at her waist. The shoulder of her sweater drooped off her arm and Camila found herself wondering if the exposed skin felt as soft as it looked.
Camila was so wrapped up in the sight of the drop-dead gorgeous girl that she didn't see the tall concrete pillar that was right in her line of steps, so it took her by surprise when her small body suddenly collided with a solid structure that sent her flying back onto the ground, her boiling coffee spilling all over her white blouse and making her wince, her eyes screwed shut and her expression morphed into one of pain.
She heard a distant "Oh my god!" But was to busy with the pain of her banging head that she didn't pay it any mind. She rolled slightly on the ground, twisting her body with a groan as the sound of hurried footsteps rapidly approached her.
"Jesus, are you okay?" An angelic voice asked, it was close in proximity so Camila let her brown eyes flutter open to be instantly met with the sight of the gorgeous girl that had gotten her in this situation in the first place.
She felt her breath get stuck in the back of her throat as her eyes gazed at the beautiful face mere inches away from her own, her features were even more gorgeous up close and Camila couldn't seem to find any words worthy of speaking to such a perfect specimen, so instead she was left opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. Which, in turn, made the gorgeous girl let out a giggle before her soft hand gently landed on Camila's forhead like she was checking her temperature. And these things really didn't help Camila with getting coherent words out.
