She has lived her entire time alone and with secrets. Her parents died when she was just 4 years old and she was left to live with her uncle. But growing up in her uncle's house was the worst thing that could have ever happened to her and nowadays she is traumatized to get attached to anyone especially in the dating lane.
Camila is a 24 year old woman, Cuban-Mexican, she's intersexual and she has come to accept it.
"Here you go ma'am," The blonde bartender sets Camila's 24th shot of tequila down in front of her.
"Thank you," Camila mumbles.
"Are you alright ma'am?" The blonde boy sets the towel down and starts to wipe the counter.
"Just another fucking shitty day," Camila mumbles.
"Bartenders usually hear people's stories and I am a great listener if you want to tell," The blonde boy says.
Camila looks up from the counter and eyes the blonde boy. "Guess I should I don't think I have anybody else to tell," Camila says. She downs the tequila shot and sets the glass down on the counter. "But keep these going," She mumbles.
"Of course," The blonde bartender smiles softly at the Cuban.
Across town...
"Who's going to take care of Zayn Jr? No girls I'm not going," The green-eyed girl shakes her head.
"Oh come on Lauren stop being naive, just call Zayn," Normani says.
"No, he left for a reason and that's to not deal with his son, I'm not calling him," Lauren says.
"Then call your brother, Liam, he loves the little twerp doesn't he?" Dinah questions.
"Yes he does but he's busy. He's taking his wife out tonight," Lauren says.
"I'm sure he can salvage the date for another night. They can stay in," Ally speaks.
"When we're you in on going to the club?" Lauren looks at the short blonde.
"When I figured out that I need a man," Ally smiles innocently.
"Mami?"
All four friends turn to the hallway leading to the bedrooms to see the 4-year-old boy standing there, holding his toy soldier in one hand.
"What's wrong, baby?" Lauren kneels to her boy's height.
"Are you going out?" The boy questions.
"I don't know yet," Lauren shakes her head.
"Is papi coming?" Zayn Jr. asks.
"Baby..." Lauren sighs.
"Call him, Lauren!" Normani calls out to her.
Lauren pulls her phone out and clicks on Zayn's contact. Her finger hovers over the call button and before she can change her mind she presses on the button and the phone starts to ring. Lauren bounces her toes up and down as she brings her phone up to her ear, waiting for Zayn to pick up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Zayn..." Lauren speaks slowly.
"Lauren... Long time. Do you need something?"
"Yes, can you watch over juñior for the night?" Lauren asks hopefully.
"I'm sorry, Lauren, I can't babysit him tonight."
"Of course you can't, and I'm over here hoping you had a change of heart," Lauren rolls her eyes.
"Lauren-"
