"Who are you?" I suddenly heard someone speak and I jumped looking to my left.

The little room door was now open and I saw the tall girl frowning in confusion. She scratched her head and I looked down at the cereal bowl. I cleared my throat after swallowing down the cereal and smiled. I honestly didn't really know how to answer since Y/N and I were obviously more than friends.

"Uhm I'm Camila, Y/N's-"

"Oh shit." The girl raised her eyebrows and chuckled as she walked to the fridge.

"You slept over? Y/NN never brings anyone over. I feel like a proud mom." The British girl playfully gasped as she opened the fridge.

"That's good, I guess." I laughed softly and awkwardly looked down at my bowl.

"Oh wait..." She paused and looked my way as she pulled out a leftover sub.

"Camila from the coffee shop?" She asked me and I felt my stomach tighten up.

"Uhm yeah, I work at Casper's Joe." I cleared my throat again and she smiled widely.

"Ah!" Her eyes widened as she pointed at me.

"Girl, you have no idea how much she talks about you. I'm Dua." She laughed and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful everything was about her.

" She laughed and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful everything was about her

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"Is there any other Camila's?" I joked as I ate the last bite of my cereal.

"Oh no, she gets way too into her work to even look at anyone else. I'm surprised she asked you on a date- how'd it go by the way?" She gushed as she poured herself a bowl of her own cereal with a pink sticky note on it.

"It was great, yeah, she's an amazing person." I smiled gently and got up to wash my bowl.

"This is great, what classes do you take?" She asked me leaning against the counter as she took a bite of her Chex.

"I feel like you already know." I laughed causing her to chuckle as I looked down at Y/N's clothes that I  was wearing.

"Maybe." She smirked and I giggled to myself as I looked around.

"I'm still deciding on a major but I'm leaning on song writing or just writing." I shrugged and she hummed as she chewed her breakfast.

"I like it, have you written any thing recently?" She asked me and I realized how underrated her accent was.

"Yeah, mostly for the creative writing class and it was just about the coffee shop." I shrugged waving it off even though I went into detail about how beautiful a girl was.

Coffee Shop (Camila/You)Waar verhalen tot leven komen. Ontdek het nu