Bare skin ( SHAWMILA STORY )

Beauty in Her

RING! RING!

Shawn's phone goes off, like every other morning. It's the weekend. Saturday morning, Shawn was so  tired, after only having 4 hours of sleep. Camila was on hisw mind all night, and his mind just exploded with sudden thoughts, of the future, her eyes, smile, hair, everything about her. While still laying in bed, he then stretched his legs in his white sheets, smiling. Nothing else on his mind, but her.

BZZ! BZZ!

Shawn's phone rings, with a notification.

Hey! It's me, It's me Camila. I was Wondering if we could meet at the same coffee shop in an hour?

Shawn replies "sure"

Shawn sits  up to look at his closet. White buttoned top that's kind of see through, black skinny jeans and a black belt. He then put on some deodorant, the scent; old spice drenched the room. Putting on black dress shoes that are all waxed, and that have a pointed tip. Shawn then heads downstairs to feed his dog, husky. Grey and white, with one blue eye, and one white. He then heads back upstairs to his bathroom, and stares at his rectangular mirror. He looks down and grabs his toothpaste and his toothbrush that was sitting beside the sink, and puts a dab of toothpaste on the brush. His hands gripped on the brush, then he starts to brush his hair; left to right to front and back, to the sides. Nice mint fresh mouth,a refreshing feeling for the morning. Putting his brush back in the  white glass holder, he grabs a wide toothed comb and starts brushing out the knots in his nice curly brown hair. Then he grabs a brush and brushes through his hair. Leaving the water running to then use for his hair, to give it a nice slick, adding some hair products along the way. Afterwards, Shawn heads downstairs, with his phone in his front pocket, and his wallet in the back pocket. He grabbed a granola bar, with chocolate chips, and some yogurt for the road. He grabbed his keys from the bowl and shuts the door behind him. The scent of flowers still blooming, the moisture in the air, the smell of freshly cut grass, flowers from the next door neighbors garden. He opened the door  to them get in his white 2012 chevy car. He puts half of his body in first to then guide the rest of it into his comfort spot, the drivers seat. He turns the key to the ignition, and opened his mango yogurt, and made his way to the cafe. 

                                       At the café

Shawn opens the door and the air reeks of the smell of coffee and French vanilla drinks. Glancing, Camila is not here yet. Being early has its perks. Shawn orders a French vanilla from the front and sits down in a wooden chair with wooden tables. Placing his French vanilla on the table, he stirs the french vanilla a little bit, to then take a sip, holding the cup with his right hand. Having the view of the window, the little shops around the café, surrounded in red stones. 1/4 of his cup was empty and he looks up to the sounds of the bell above the door. It's her. Camila takes off her sunglasses, she looks around to find the handsome generous boy, and the glasses in her purse. She then looks up to find herself staring at Shawn. Shawn effortlessly pushes his chair back, run his hands through his hair to get it out of his face, then stands up. He starts to walk up to her, glancing at her outfit; medium length black dress, with scunches on the side, bringing out her curves, and some black strapped heels, she then headed towards Shawns table. Shawn shakes Camila's hand in gesture, then he grabs Camila's chair and pushes it back for her. He then goes to the other chair opposite side from where she sat, and they both were seated.

" So, it's you," Camila spoke with a smile.

" It's me," Shawn replies back with a smile. " Can I get you anything?" Shawn offering Camila a drink.

" Whatever you got."

Shawn heads to the front and waits for her drink. Staring back to seeing her, he caught himself staring at her more than he should have, the waiter just standing there. Shawn told the waiter a medium french vanilla.  Blushing with a smile, the order is slowly being made, and the lady calls out  " French Vanilla!" Camila giggles as Shawn was embarrassed. He grabs the french vanilla from the black counter top, and heads back to the table.

" Here you go my love," sounding British, so it sounded casual for now.

" Thank you." Camila spoke. " so, you live around here?" she started a conversation.

" Yeah, just down by 22nd street. And where about do you live?"

" on 21st street," she said in shock. They live so close just 3 blocks away from each other. She takes a sip from her drink. " hmmm, this is so good!"

"I kind of order this like every morning," Shawn shrugs, while fidgeting with his cup.

" Every morning huh?" Camila smiles.

" And a granola bar," he added. Camila smiled. Shawn caught her eyes dilating, and a smile came upon his face.

" And a granola bar," she repeated nodding. "What do you do for fun? Like, do you write? Draw? Play instruments, do sports?"

"Guitar, and write songs," Shawn answering her question.

" Thats funny." She laughs out loud.

" What is so funny?"

" We already have the same interest." Camila said making Shawn smile then laugh. " Except I don't play guitar."

" Really? That's funny! Maybe we could write something together?" Shawn suggested. " I can play the guitar, find a tune for us."

" Yeah, and I will bring my keyboard!" Camila agreeing.

Shawn and Camila finish their drink, sip by sip, questions after questions, smile after smirk. Shawn stands up from his chair, forcing it back with a little creek. Shawn walks around the table to help Camila out of her seat. Camila pushing the chair back, offering her his hand, palm up and she lightly lays her hand on his palm. Following Shawn, with her arm wrapped around his arm, and Shawn pulling his arms up, pulling Camila close, one arm around her shoulder and his chin laying on her head.

Walking out of the little shop in the town, with a wooden arch and flowers surrounding the top boarder, they head out and walk along the sidewalk holding Camila steady in his arms, Camila looks Shawn in the eyes.

" Can we go to your place?" Camila asked without hesitation.

" Yeah, sure. Be aware, I have a husky dog. She just turned 1, one month ago, so she still has that puppy energy."

" I love puppies!" Camila smiled.