You and Me, Forever

Your Favorite Color Under The Light [4]

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It is a few days later when Camila is in her car and is listening to the radio when Where Were You In The Morning comes on shuffle on her phone and she grins, grabbing her phone and opening up her Snapchat, recording herself singing to the song, dancing, making sure her eyes are on the road. When she comes to the chorus, she looks into the camera, mouthing the title, before bobbing her head again.

She sends it off to him. It takes a few minutes for him to respond and when he does, Camila smiles as he zooms in on his face as he bobs his head to an Elvis song. He is in his car as well, so Camila bites onto her lower lip, trying to think of the best way to slyly convey the message she wants to.

As a result, she ends up sending him two snaps - one of her face, captioned I'm a real slut for Elvis. The other follows with a video of the surrounding area, with the question, 'Good places to eat 'round here, mate?'

When they are sent and opened, Camila overthinks, stopping at a red light and wondering if what she sent was necessary. However, her worries are quickly diminished when her phone rings again, indicating the arrival of a new snap. When she opens it, it's Shawn talking, his raspy morning voice inviting, "I just got done with rehearsals – lets-s-s-," he drags out, as he takes a pause to turn right onto a lane. His eyes shift to the camera and even through the screen, Camila notes how honey his eyes appear. "- scavenge for food together." He ends the video with a bright, tight smile that makes Camila giggle. She catches herself and curses mentally for having such a stupid reaction.

She does not answer him for five minutes, which leads to her phone ringing with the name 'Shawn Mendes' strapped across the top bar. Camila chuckles, driving and answering it, putting it on speaker phone. "Yes, Shawn?"

His first response is laughter, followed by, "So, are we hunting for food?"

"Tell you what, where are you at?" Camila asks, biting down on her finger as she makes a turn.

"I'm driving down College," answers Shawn.

"Hold! I'm driving down Oxford!" Camila laughs, stepping on the pedal and racing a little ahead. When she makes a turn onto College, she questions, "What car is yours?"

"The one behind you," replies Shawn, with a chuckle of his own. Camila looks into the rearview mirror and finds the Canadian waving his hand from his car and she waves back.

"Got plans tonight?"

"Quoting my songs, huh. You're taking a liking to me," teases Shawn, pulling over to the second lane, beside her. Promptly, Camila hangs up, rolling down her window instead. Her car is small in comparison to his Jeep. Quickly, Shawn rolls down his window and reaches out towards her car. Camila copies him, only their fingers managing to brush against each other before they yank their respective hands back into their cars.

They come to another light, so Camila asks, "What plans do you have, Mendes?"

"Nothing. I'm a free agent. But I am going to visit my family in a few hours."

"Tell you what?" Camila says, sparing a glance towards the traffic lights. "I'll race you to Pickering."

Shawn grins. "But food?"