The Blindside of Love (Camren) Altern Versión

Chapter 38

So a little note before the start of chapter 38, I'm gonna put this story in hold for just a bit and I'm gonna focus in the other two, so yeah you go read te other two stories on my page, I promise they really good so just give them a chance 😉 anyway I'm gonna keep with this story obviously but is gonna go slower , okay let me know what y'all think, idk if anyone read this so yeah 🤔🤷🏻‍♀️

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"Good morning," Camila greeted her roommate upon entering the kitchen.

Dinah didn't glance up as she mumbled a distracted, "Morning."

Camila noticed that Dinah was busy scribbling away on a spiral notebook.

"Am I interrupting your 'dear diary' moment?"

Dinah muttered something that Camila didn't quite catch.

"Right," Camila agreed. "And in English, that would translate to . . .?"

Brown eyes lifted from the paper to meet with curious honey ones.

"I'm making a list of career options in case the acting thing doesn't work out," she explained, looking down sadly. "I mean I should be realistic about it."

Unsure of how to respond, Camila turned her attention to the coffee machine. Dinah occasionally went through phases of doubt and self-questioning. Camila understood the feelings all to well, but also understood the drive, which is why she was not all that worried that Dinah would lose her motivation and give up for good. Cup of coffee in hand, she sat down at the table.

"What do you have so far?"

Dinah sat up straighter and cleared her throat. "Number one: work at Starbucks for the rest of my life," she read off, then sighed and glanced up. "That's it."

"What's the rest of that stuff there?" Camila questioned, motioning to rest of the list on the notebook.

"Groceries," Dinah answered, sitting back as if defeated. "I got distracted."

Camila smiled but covered it up with the mug at her lips. "Maybe you shouldn't give up on the acting thing, then," she suggested.

"I need an agent," Dinah said suddenly.

"That would really help me out."

Camila simply nodded.

Dinah fell silent for a few minutes, staring thoughtfully at the kitchen table. Finally, she glanced up, and hesitantly asked,

"Your friend works in Hollywood, right?"

"Video?"

"California," Dinah explained, somewhat needlessly, she felt. "The lesbian," she added for safe measure.

Camila stared across the table at her best friend, unsure of where the subject was headed. "Yeah ..." she confirmed slowly.

"Why?"

Dinah eyes lit up hopefully. "Maybe she knows how I can go about getting a good agent," she said. "Like, maybe she can suggest someone."

"I don't know if—"

"Please," Dinah interrupted. "Just ask her. Worst that can happen is she says she doesn't know anyone, and I'm right back where I am now." Her brown eyes searched Camila's . "Please."

Camila frowned, torn between wanting to help Dinah and fearing that Laura would think she was using her. A glance over at Dinah's hopeful face tipped the balance.