Bare skin ( SHAWMILA STORY )

Where we met

RING! RING!

He opened his hazel nut coloured eyes, and ran his hands through his curly,soft hair. He sits up to get a stretch in. Some soft hands reaching for his phone, checking just like any other day. Something felt different, almost like it was dejuvu. Just doing the usuaul routine. He texts his mom and dad, a good morning. He reaches over his white sheeted bed, grabbing his journal off to the side of his bed. His room brighting slowly, as the sun starts to peek through the white blinds. Moving the white sheets off, he's bare skin, and so he sits on the side of his bed to stare at his closet.

" Suit? Or-?" He stopped the thought. "suit!". He stands up, heads to the closet and grabs his black suit jacket and a white buttoned up top, with no tie. Black ironed pants, hung up near his dresser, he the put the black pants on. He takes a moment, great big breath, and smiles. He starts heading to the bathroom, to start brushing his teeth. He puts some men hair products that smell like a tainted version of hairspray for men, very subtle, gentle. He brushed his teeth for a extra couple of seconds today.  "Great day, isn't it?"  From the bottoms, to the top, he clothed himself, not being bare anymore. Finishedwith the black suit jacket, white buttoned up shirt, he then checks the time. 20 minutes before he had to leave. So he went downstairs and made himself a oatmeal breakfeast to start his day. White cushioned furniture, grey carpet, teak wood surrounded the walls. The kitchen with marble stoned counter tops. A very opened place, with lots of extra rooms, perfect for a future. He grabbed his black leathered bag, his keys from a wooden bowl, and headed out 5 minutes early.

Stopping by a coffee shop, with light posts unique and old fashioned, the colour red, witht the yellow tainted lights. The streets were filled with red stones on the ground, a town feeling like a real home. Signs filled with chalk, coloured red and blue and white, surrounded with bolded letters. Shawn steps inside the coffee shop, and stands in short line. He takes his usual glance around the cafe, see if someone new walked in. He then grabbed his coffee from the black counter top, smelled his black coffee, and turned around too fast ready to walk through the door the then suddenly;

"Sorry, oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Shawn apologies.

"Oh jeez, it's on my top. Thank god I brought an extra black top," a woman with brown eyes, with lights reflecting off of them. They are dilated to the fullest. Brown long wavy hair, little bit of curls. Smile so pretty, with cheekbones so detailed.

"How can I fix this problem?" the lady asked.

"It's okay." she finally looks up at Shawn. " by the way, my name is Camila."

"Shawn."

"Wanna grab something later?" Camila shocked at herself asking the question. But she couldn't help it.

"Here, is my number." Shawn handing Camila a note with his number. " I gotta go, I'll see you later?"

"Yah," keeping it short and simple. Shawn walks out and turns back, just to smile back at Camila.

"I knew something was different" Shawn said to himself. "something different" he repeated.