Strings Attached

Guess

It was finally the day of the shoot, I suppose. I didn't know whether I was excited or not, because I've done these way too many times. I wasn't in the best mood that day either, because Shawn had to leave early that morning and I hadn't had the chance to talk to him much, which upset me but I knew it's because he had to work on his album.

I glanced around the entire set of the Guess campaign and deemed it as pretty cool, and the clothes I had on weren't too bad either. Now all that was left was the male model I was apparently supposed to be modeling beside.

"His name is Alessandro Dellisola," Roger, my manager, was explaining. "He's about 25 years old, I believe."

"When is he coming, though?" I asked Roger because we were already running late and he was nowhere to be found. "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't show up at a—"

I cut myself off when I noticed a rather tall man enter the set. Brown hair slicked back and icy blue eyes and he also sported a small beard and a striking 'stache as well.

I bit my lips, feeling my breath getting hitched, as Roger glanced at him and signaled him to come over to where Roger and I were standing.

"Camila, this is Alessandro Dellisola," Roger smiles at him, as he looked straight into my eyes and nodded his head in greeting. "And Alessandro, this is Camila Cabello."

"Pleasure to meet you, Camila," he whispered, and I was almost intimidated when he looked at me. His eyes were so intense, and adding on his eyebrows that were furrowed, I just felt...

Somehow, I was able to speak, but my voice was squeaky, "It's— it's nice to me-meet you... too." I let out a breath, finding myself lucky to even be able to utter a word.

Alessandro grinned at me, but before he could say anything, Roger pushed the pair of us to where we were supposed to stand. "You guys are running late," Roger simply said.

I chuckled and almost rolled my eyes at Roger, but stayed quiet about it.

And just like that... the shoot started.

.........

"Holy shit," I heard Alessandro from beside me. We were currently looking over all the photos, and I just felt so...

I couldn't even explain it.

"We look good together," Alessandro chuckled, as he looked at me and gave me a sly wink.

I blushed and looked down, ignoring the bad kind of butterflies in my stomach (bad because I shouldn't be feeling this already), "I suppose we do."

During the photoshoot, I honestly had a lot of fun with Alessandro. At first, it was awkward, because well... he was hot, and I didn't know how to talk to him.

But he slowly started making conversations in between and we got to talking.

Of course, it wasn't deep questions, but more lighthearted ones. And I liked that, a lot.

Honestly, he was also quite funny. Truth to be told, I didn't think he would be funny and I judged a book by its cover because I thought he'd be that smoldering dude, that had a mysterious aura surrounding him.

But he was the total opposite, and I liked that. A lot.

"Good job, people," Roger said to the team, who grinned back at Roger. I chuckled and shook my head, about to head off to the dressing room, but before I could even walk a few meters, I felt a hand grab onto my wrist gently.

I turned around to see Alessandro there, and I got confused. "You needed something?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

"Yeah, uhm..." Alessandro coughed, blinking a couple of times, and I honestly found it cute that he was so nervous. "Could I... could I see you again?"

"What?" I wasn't expecting that in a million years.

"I really liked you, at least from what we've been talking about during the shoot," Alessandro gulped, as he licked his lips and cleared his throat. "And I would love to see you again."

"Oh," I bit my lip and stared back at him. It's funny how he could look so intense for one moment, but then he looked like a lost puppy in another. "Oh, sure. I'd love to."

"Sweet," he grinned.