Keep Me Coming For You (A Shawmila FanFic)

Land In Miami

(A/N: Update on 11/29/21
  This story was written in 2019 when Shawn and Camila were just starting to date. As of this update, their dating days are no more...which makes this awkward for me to keep up as their Señorita music video actually did get me to write again and I am not a super fan, just a writer who saw a decent story. However, it is one of my better writes and I will keep it up, as I write for my own enjoyment and for others who may enjoy hearing my stories. That being said, this is a work of fiction and do not associate this writing with the singers. Thank you, and enjoy Keep Me Coming For You.)

I sat back and looked off at the old building in front of me. The restaurant silhouetted in the sun with dimly lit neon sign flickering made me smile. Rosie's Diner. The only place that made me feel at ease and a sense of familiarity in all the traveling from city to city. It'd been a long while away, but I always had enough change to make a pass through. I could feel my mouth watering at the thought of savoring fresh eggs and toast with a cup of boiling coffee on the side.

I parked my motorcycle in the closest space to the doors and made my entrance.

"Well, pinch me, I must be dreamin'. Our lil' star's returned." I smiled as an older woman in a pink uniform walked over and gave me a big hug. "Hey there, Rosie. It's been a while."

"I'll say! Two weeks without seeing my favorite customer. You must've been making some big bucks out there in that time."

"Three gigs a state over and an emergency street performance to get gas money. You guessed it." I admitted sheepishly. It was a close call but my efforts weren't in vain. They never were because at least one person liked my work enough to give me a 20 dollar bill for my music.

Rosie walked me over to my usual booth. "Oh, thank goodness. That's good to hear. I'm sure your parents are so proud of you, following you dreams with such luck." She praised, flipping open her notepad.

"Dippy eggs on toast and cream coffee, please." I said.

Rosie nodded and left me. I sighed. My parents, proud of me? I wish that were the case, remembering the first newspaper I headlined. Even though it was a small town newspaper, I bought one. I'd kept that copy with me everywhere I'd go as proof I could make it big one day. But...if Rosie knew my parents—

"How are you doing today?" A voice woke me from my thoughts. A glass of water was put down in front of me. I looked up to see another waitress. She had long brown hair tied back and bangs draped over her forehead. Her eyes were smoking and shimmering from makeup, making her complexion look richer. Lips were full, forming a half smile as she pulled out a notepad. "What can I get for you to drink?" She asked as I blinked in surprise. I heard a song forming itself in the back of my mind. I had to know what her name was. She wasn't sporting a name tag anywhere and no one else was around to ask. But wait, she asked me a question.

I gave her a soft smile. "I appreciate your concern but, uh, Rosie already took my order." I said. The waitress looked up from her notebook and pursed her lips. "Oh, otra vez no. I'm sorry about that." She said, pulling a strand of hair behind her hair as she teetered back and forth.

It was quick, but I swear she spoke in another language. Spanish, maybe? No matter, I couldn't have understood anyway. I put my arm up on the booth seat and chuckled. "No, it's fine. I haven't seen you serve here before so I take it you're new." I said. The girl smirked in intrigue. "It's been about a week, so you're not totally wrong. I haven't seen you here in that time either, but you behave like a regular."

I shrugged. "You got me. I actually just—"

"Hey, new girl! Table 12!!" Someone yelled from the kitchen. The girl gave me a sad smile and scurried two booths down. I couldn't help but croon the tune playing in my head. How did a pretty girl like her end up getting a job here? I felt like she had more potential on the cover of a magazine.

Rosie returned with my order. I thanked her and picked up my fork and knife, about to dig into my meal. Rosie was about to take the glass of water away, but I shook my head. "I'll keep the glass of water if you don't mind." I said.

She sighed sharply. "Alright, hon. Sorry about her. She has a habit of going to my tables after I take their orders." Rosie folded her arms and watched the new girl take an order over to another table. I shook my head.

"I don't mind." I said.

Rosie patted my shoulder, putting the check down in front of me. "Just let me know if you need anything else." I nodded, cutting the egg open to the yolk and toast as she walked away. Damn, that would have been the perfect opportunity to ask for her name. I'd probably forget before I left to ask because of my scattered brain. I sipped my coffee before eying the girl as she brought another order to the booth two down from me. She looked back at me. Our eyes met each other and I could hear the unnamed tune dancing around in my head. Her lips curled at the edges before turning back around toward the food counter.

I felt my heart twist as I cleaned my plate. I wished she'd come back over so I could talk to her some more. But I had a gig that evening and I couldn't waste any time to get there. I put down my pay and a tip and headed for the door. I turned back to get one last look at her and heard myself say out loud:

"See you around."

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