* KJ and Camila aren't famous*
Camila took a deep breath before pushing open the heavy mental doors of the Riverdale Men's Prison.
She made her way to her office taking off her coat , she always tried to make her office feel more comfortable for her clients, even if they were prisoners. A new brown file sat on her wooden desk, it was her new client.
She opened it and a mugshot picture of a handsome red head fell out. He was fit, hazel eyes and a defined jaw. She couldn't deny he was handsome even if it was a mugshot. Kj Apa, even his name was beautiful.
She stopped reading the file, she liked to hear the reason that the prisoner is there from them, instead of what's written in their file. A buzzing noise echoed through her office, the noise snapped her out of thoughts. Mark was standing there, a guard that was a little to friendly with her at times.
"Camilla, you're new client is here. You know where the button is if the punk tries anything." He said giving the red head a push, KJ kept his eyes trained onto the floor. He was cuffed both his hands and his feet. He had been going to therapy for years, since he got admitted to prison two years ago. Therapy never worked at the other prison, he was transferred to Riverdale's Prison a week ago due to over crowding. Today however was his first day back to therapy, in over a week and with a new therapist.
She cleared her throat and took a seat, across from KJ. He was even better looking in person, even if he was in a navy blue jail suit. KJ finally looked up and his breath caught in his throat. She was simply breathtaking. Her dark raven hair reached her shoulders, the silk purple blouse she wore complemented her beautiful tan. And her big brown eyes coated with thick dark eyelashes. She was beautiful.
"Hi, umm Kja Apa. I'm Camila Mendes, you're new therapist, you can call me Ms. Mendes or whatever you're most comfortable with. Since it's our first day today, how about we just get to know each other."
Kj didn't say anything, silence filled the room, but the sexual tension between the two could be cut with a knife. They were both attractive young adults who were no doubt attached to each other.
"So why don't we get started, how about I ask some questions and you answer them?" She asked sweetly, he nodded. She noted a few lines down on his behaviour so far, mainly so she didn't have to make eye contact with him.
"What's you're favourite colour?" She asked, he couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
"You're serious?" He croaked an eyebrow at the young girl. Her face flushed and she looked down at the paper.
"I don't see why you can't answer a simple question, it's just to get us friendly with each other." She said confidently but still shyly.
"Well you're questions are stupid, and you're wasting time. I've been doing this for years and all the therapists I've had just want the pay check, none of you give a shit about what happens or happened to us."
Camila gulped at his outburst, his jaw was clenched and his fists tightened until the knuckles turned white.
"Maybe you're old therapists were like that but KJ, I care about my job. I signed up for this job to help people, to help men like you. I don't care about the pay, I really don't." She said placing his file down next to her.
"I know" he said simply, she looked up to meet his eyes.
"I know, you're different from the others I've had."
"Is that a good or bad thing?" She asked confused.
"I-" the inmate was cut off by the buzzing noise followed by Mark's loud boots against the hard wood.
"Sessions over, lets go kid" Mark said grabbing KJ roughly pushing him.
"I'll see you Monday, KJ" Camila said sweetly, making a small smile appear on KJ's face. He nodded at her in return, offering a small smile, causing butterflies to erupt inside of her.
KJ noticed the blush on her cheeks, even when Mark stepped closer to her blocking her view of KJ.
"Have a good weekend, Camila. Are you finally free for that date tonight?"
"Um, I'm afraid not, I have some work to catch up on." She said dismissing him, she had no work today, she simply just wasn't interested.
"Well another time then beautiful, I'll see you Monday." She waved at Mark who smiled then pushed KJ out the door again.
Mark was bringing the inmate back to his cell, when another guard came up to them.
"Evening Mark, I see you we're just leaving Ms. Mendes office. Did she say yes?" Fred asked his co-worker.
"I'm afraid not, but she's playing hard to get, and I'm gonna get a piece of her sooner or later, even if she says no." He snickered crushing his buddy to laugh.
KJ who still stood there cuffed, couldn't believe the guards were talking about her like that.
Yeah of course they were rough and often beat up inmates, but to talk about her like that made his stomach turn.
"Listen boys, I'd rather not hear about you're fantasies that won't happen and get back to my cell."
"Watch you're mouth boy and stay the hell out of my conversations."
He lead KJ back to his cell before locking it up and returning to the other officers.
KJ couldn't help but have a feeling in his stomach that Camila was either a very good thing for him or the worse of them all.
