Low Income Affection | S.M & C.C

We Fit Like A Glove

Camila's POV

Where Shawn took me felt so comforting and warm. Everyone was calm and sweet, filled with passion for what they conveyed into their poems.

Shawn ordered a coffee as I stuck with a peppermint tea. We sat close to one another. Instead of sitting across from him, I instead sat in the seat right next to him. It felt like a whole new kind of intimacy and I know that we technically had just recently met but it felt so uplifting and sweet.

He turned to me after one of the poets stepped off the stage, "I hope you're enjoying yourself...I don't know if you...if you like coming to these type of things or if you just like poetry."

I smiled, softly. He was so worrisome and selfless. Sometimes, it scared me that he could be so giving and heartfelt. Maybe it was because I didn't have nearly as much money as him to give to people but as for him, he had no problem with it.

"I love it...thank you for bringing me here." I leaned into him, placing my head on his shoulder, waiting for the next volunteering poet to take the stage.

Shawn's POV

Having her so close to me was alarming for my heart but it felt amazing. My heart skipped a beat every time she smiled and my breath caught whenever she did something as little as look at me. It was crazy that she was already, in just a matter of a week, consuming my brain and my heart.

She was bright and beautiful with the kindest soul. Hearing her talk about not being able to see her family for thanksgiving tugged at my heart, painfully. I wanted to do something about it but I considerably didn't want to intrude. It was her personal life and from what I could tell, Camila was extremely and unquestionably stubborn and independent. Another thing I adored about her. So, I refrained from asking her if I could pay for her plane ticket because I didn't want her to think that I didn't believe that she was capable of doing it herself if she truly wanted to.

I shook my head, focusing on the man in front of us that was now onstage, reciting his poetry.

Poetry was beautiful to me. The way people could write how they feel on a piece of paper with the most detail in such a small manner, intrigued me. When Camila admitted that she had a love for poetry, I couldn't help the flutter in my heart. We had similar interests when it came to books, music, and the obvious, poetry.

Omniscient POV

"We met I fell for you
It was hard to believe
That you like me too
The idea was hard to conceive"

Camila felt a lump in her throat. She couldn't help but relate too hard on the words that were being conveyed by the man in front of her. She was starting to like Shawn but she could never see him liking her, someone of a lower standard. He was doing so well with everything he had and he certainly wouldn't want someone like her getting in the way of what he had.

"Why such a beautiful women
Would fall for a guy like me
Then I heard from the good man
He said "I had someone for you to see""

Shawn smiled. The "good man" being Dev who (the night of the party) had told him immediately that she had someone for him to meet. Thankfully, that "someone" was Camila. He had no idea how someone could be so beautiful. Her beauty physically hurt his chest but he wasn't complaining about it.

"So I began to thank my God above
Because you are everything I need
He sent me a Godly women to love
To protect, and lead"

Camila let the words sink in. She glanced over at Shawn who was already looking at her with much admiration, knowing fully well that he planned on getting to know Camila better and help her in anyway she lets him. He wasn't planning on backing down from her. Considering her stubborn nature, he was willing to put up with it if it meant that he could get through to her and let him help in a way he can. Whether that involves her borrowing money or just having a shoulder to cry on and someone to talk to after a long day, he was going to be that for her.