Wait For Me To Come Home

Chapter 1

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This story is not mine. I just converted it into a camren story. All rights to the original author.

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She was sat in the café typing away at her laptop, a coffee close at hand. Lauren rarely left her office on her lunch break, preferring to eat at her desk, but today she had been restless and decided to go for a walk. Her stomach was rumbling by the time she had walked off her frustration, and she had walked into the first café she had seen.

After ordering her coffee and a bagel, she'd parked herself down at the table by the window, basking in the sunlight that filtered in through the blinds. As she sat there, the café filled with people, their conversation falling into the background as Lauren concentrated on her work.

"Excuse me?"

Lauren looked up at the sound of someone talking to her, raising one of her eyebrows. A girl stood before her, fidgeting as she nervously smiled at Lauren.

"Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt you but all the other tables were full and I was wondering if I could sit here, I mean, if this seat's not already taken," she rambled nervously.

Lauren blinked at the girl in surprise, before looking around the room. Every table was packed with people; friends chatting, college students studying, mothers with their screaming children. She realized the girl was still waiting for an answer.

"Oh, of course," Lauren said, pulling the files and paperwork towards her, clearing the other half for the girl. She was shocked, Lauren knew she wasn't the most approachable person in the room.

The girl sat down, the chair scraping along the floor as she pulled herself in. She brought out a book and flipped it open to a page with a dog-eared corner, reading quietly as she tried not to disturb Lauren.

Lauren sneaked peeks at her as she read. She had brunette hair, pulled into a braid, and her eyes were a deep brown. A crease formed between her eyebrows as she concentrated on the book. When the barista brought the girl's coffee over she looked up, an easy smile appearing on her face as she thanked him. Her eyes caught Lauren's as she took a sip of her latte. Quickly busying herself, Lauren stared at the screen of her laptop.

"I like your necklace," the girl said, pointing to the little pendent around Lauren's neck.

"Thank you," Lauren curtly replied, typing away at her keyboard.

"Where did you get it?" the girl asked.

Lauren hated being disturbed when she was working, but something about the open expression and warm smile on this stranger's face gave Lauren a weird feeling in her stomach, in place of the usual irritation she would have felt.

"It was a gift off my brother for my sixteenth birthday," Lauren answered, her hand reaching up to touch the pendant. She wore it every day to remember her brother, as a reminder to not follow in his footsteps.

"It's really pretty," the girl smiled.

Lauren gave her a small smile in return, the corner of her lips curling slightly.

"Oh, I'm Camila by the way," the girl introduced herself, holding a hand out towards Lauren.

"Lauren," she replied, taking the warm hand and shaking it slightly.

"So what are you working on Lauren?" Camila asked, resting her chin on her hand as she put her book down, keeping track of the page with one finger.