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I was staring at this fine dark, tall man sitting down across the room

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I was staring at this fine dark, tall man sitting down across the room. I was completely zoned out from Cameron talking. I got snapped out of my thoughts and staring when I heard snaps close by my ear from of course Cameron.

"Are You listening to me I mean damn". Cameron said and scrunched his nose up. I looked at him. "Huh?". I say.

I watched his expression change to an angry look.

"What the fuck else can I do to get you to pay me some attention". Cameron said raising his voice a little, causing people to look and glance at us from their tables.

"Can You lower your tone? We are in public". I said feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Can You pay attention to me so I won't have to get loud". Cameron says talking with his hands.

"I'm sick of you". I mumbled under my breath in nearly above a whisper.

"No I'm sick of you always wanting attention but when someone is trying to give you that attention you taking advantage of it by ignoring me and not listening to me! Then not to mention over here staring at other men right in front of my face". Cameron says. I can hear pain in his voice.

"Well if you weren't so fucking boring all the time I'll pay attention". I bluntly say.

"I'm not boring though when I'm talking about money and vacations and shit, right?".

It went silent for a while. Cameron snickerd.

"Know what then, I'll take my boring ass out your life to". Cameron threw a stack of money on the table for the bill and got up and walked out.

I kind of feel embarrassed, Cameron tried everything he can to please me but all day I have been acting moody and weird. I don't get to deep in my feelings because I know tommrow he's going to blowing up my phone saying how he love me.

I was now standing outside, freezing cold waiting for my uber. My jacket most definitely isn't keeping me warm. I was looking down at my phone and I text my side boyfriend.

I'm coming over.

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