You and Me, Forever

Your Favorite Color Under The Light [3]

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Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes are still sitting on the round table at the back, seating for four people but only occupied by the pair of them. Shawn has his arm draped over the back of the free chair beside him, Camila's legs kicked up on his lap, as she leans back against her chair, listening to Shawn explain his point of view on people.

She makes it out that Shawn is a very kind person. He speaks animatedly of the people he has met, the people who are his people – the ones that receive his love whenever he can give it to them. Camila smiles at him as he speaks of his sister, bringing up the glass of red wine to her lips, trying to enjoy it just to prove Shawn wrong ( "Red wine sucks," he had said.) "She just knows more? She's more aware?"

"I get that," she nods, not wanting him to strain over his explanation because even as a songwriter, he cannot manage to formulate his feelings all that well, at times. Something about this comforts her because Camila is notorious for keeping things to herself, trying to tell herself that it is alright when it isn't. She is notorious for not telling people what she wants, worsening the situation more than it has already. She knows this and Camila promises to you that she is working on it. (Even after getting married, she realises, later on in life, that she has still to learn.)

Camila opens up her mouth to pitch in something about how her elder sister manages to piss her off but somehow draws her in over and over again, however, a lady in supposedly her fifties is tapping at Shawn's shoulder. Frowning, Shawn's face falls and Camila smiles at him, assuring him that he does not need to worry about it being someone who has recognised him (hopefully). Giving her a tight smile, Shawn turns his head and looks up, finding the woman giving him a rather. . sly smile. Camila purses her lips to stop herself from giggling. Is this a form of seduction?

"Hi!" Shawn greets, giving the woman an alcohol-infused smile. The woman is over-bearing with her lustful look. Her bright red lips unsettle Camila and she wants to reach out and swat it away. But Camila likes entertainment and this serves as just that. Leaning back, she polishes off the last of what is in her glass and sets it back down, just as the woman begins to speak.

"You were ravishing out there," compliments the woman and Camila bites back a squeak, eyes widening at the audacity of this woman.

Shawn's demeanour shifts from the open one he presented to Camila, to a more wizened one, coiling into himself, as if he is growing self-conscious. Camila bites onto a finger, that of the arm that is propped up on the back of her chair.

"Thank you," the young man kindly replies, hoping desperately that this is the end of the conversations.

There's more. "You must be ravishing in many other ways, I suppose."

"Oh my god," Camila breathes out, hand dropping from her mouth to blink slowly at the woman. She looks at Shawn and finds him mirroring her expression and she wants to hug the poor boy because this is quite frankly traumatising.

"I... My girlfriend can tell you all about that?" Shawn decides to say, after much pondering and evident hesitation. Camila gulps as the woman turns to face her. With a wave of her hand, she makes the woman acknowledge her presence. Shawn turns to look at her with desperate eyes, begging her to play along and so Camila nods in approval.