Perfect Storm

Perfect Storm: 08

They were seated and just about to tuck in when Tiana spoke up, "You text Storm last night, didn't you?" Camilla groaned at the memory, but nodded. "Why him?"

She hadn't exactly told Tiana that she had slept with Storm, not because she was ashamed but because it felt private. What she had done with Storm wasn't anything out of the ordinary, it was sex, but he was a good guy – a really good guy so it felt like something else. What she meant by that was she knew it didn't feel like a sleazy one night stand, hell he'd cooked dinner for her and made sure she was certain on her choice.

However that didn't mean she'd suddenly developed intense feelings for him. She just felt as though sharing it with Tiana made it more real than it actually was and with the way she'd treated him, that wasn't a possibility any longer.

Instead she shrugged and stabbed her fork into a sausage, "I don't know, I was drunk." That was a lie, obviously, she just couldn't understand the attraction that she had towards this man.

Tiana hummed and sipped her coffee, "We've been drunk a lot together and you've never text a guy propositioning yourself. There's something you aren't telling me. Are you hot for Storm? I give you my blessing, go and rock that body,"

"I-"

"Rock your body against his was what I meant," Tiana amended with a grin.

Camilla couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips, she shouldn't considering the topic, but she loved the context her friend could put on this. "He is attractive," she muttered and raised a finger when her friend pushed to intervene. "But that's the end of that topic, so shut it and eat your food before I do."

"I don't see why you're so uptight about it," Tiana continued as if she hadn't just heard Camilla's command. "It appears he is more than willing and it's quite unfair really, with Craig being your brother, you have access to every guy on that calendar."

"I'll just make my way through all twelve men then, shall I?"

Seemingly satisfied, her best friend shrugged and stuffed an entire sausage in her mouth.

An hour later they were both still at the café. They'd ended up ordering another cup of coffee after they'd finished their large breakfast and couldn't find it in themselves to move from their seats since. Thankfully Camilla's headache had subsided and she could now just go over what had happened last night with a clear mind.

Storm wasn't the first person that came to mind – but Patrick.

"What's up with your sour face?" Tiana asked curiously.

Since they'd both been starving, they hadn't bothered to dress up or put on any makeup. Instead, they both wore hoodies and leggings, which were admittedly the comfiest things either of them probably owned. Somewhere along the lines she'd shook off her hood and her hair was out for everyone to admire. Tiana's hair was thick and curly, meaning you could see it from a mile away, but it was gorgeous.

Camilla took a sip of her coffee and replied, "I was just thinking about Patrick,"

"Fuck him," Tiana said and shrugged. "What? So you didn't want to kiss him and he thought he'd start victimising himself? That isn't how it works and for god sake, you'd been working there one day. He can go dip it into someone else if he's really that desperate to get some action,"

Camilla laughed loudly, earning a few noticeable glances from those around her, but she didn't care for it. "You really have a way with words, T."

Her best friend grinned, and nodded in agreement. She opened her mouth to say something else when her gaze drew to the café entrance, which Camilla had her back to and grew pale. She appeared visibly shaken at what she'd seen.