Fallen Angel (Camren)

New sensations? (13)

Lauren Jauregui's Point Of View

A sunny morning, very common for a productive day in Miami. Luckily, I knew the hot weather very well, and opted for light, loose clothes for the shopping session with Dinah. The blonde, as a good visitor in my old city, took care of using her free time before work to wander around downtown, in an attempt to get to know the place a little better. She walked with her shopping bags as she kept her attention on the shop windows on the street. I rolled my eyes impatiently when she approached one more, as if the dozen others we had been to a few minutes ago weren't enough. I sighed in defeat, and walked to a coffee shop next to the establishment where she headed to, making a brief signal with my hands so that the blonde could see where I was going to. I received a nod, before sitting down at the first table I saw.

I stepped inside the coffee shop, hearing the sound of the little bells hanging behind the door, probably as a warning for the incoming of new customers. The place wasn't very big, but it had the ideal size to make it cozy, without crowding many people inside. The walls were divided into ceramic bricks and polished wood, everything perfectly arranged to create a simple atmosphere, without all the luxury that the new coffee shops in New York possessed. On the walls, there were frames with pictures, paintings and maps of the beautiful Paris. And in the center, right at the back, there was a sign with well-drawn letters informing the name of the place, 'Le Café'. Around there were a few bookshelves with books, magazines, and unique lamps. I approached the large counter, still in awe of the beauty of that place, it was a real piece of Paris in downtown Miami.

"Good Morning, Miss! Welcome to Le Café, what can I get you?" A gray-haired man with a chubby belly asked in a well-humored French tone.

"Good Morning, I'd like a coffee, please." I said as I sat down on a stool at the counter.

There were some people scattered around the wooden tables, while they savored a coffee with a delicious aroma. It seemed the perfect place to get away from the euphoria of the stressful days. Everyone there talked tranquilly, or they remained attentive to the pages of the books in their hands.

"Can I make a suggestion? We have the best hot chocolate in all of Miami! It's worth a try." The very kind man suggested. "And by the way, my name's Gerald."

He extended his hand so that I would shake it, and so I did, flashing him a serene smile.

"I'll trust you, you can bring me the hot chocolate."

"Perfect! I'll bring it right away, okay?"

I nodded at the man who left and walked to a more private table, in the corner close to the terrace, which had a broad view of the park in the back. He sat down next to two women, and a little brown-haired girl. Maybe they were a family, at least they looked like one by the way they behaved among them. I looked away from the beautiful family in the back and looked at the printed letters of the newspaper on top of the counter. I didn't want to be caught staring at the loving behavior of that family like an idiot.

After reading some brief news on the second page, I turned to the main page of that morning's paper, seeing a picture of Karla Cabello for an advertising of an important brand. It was impossible to completely forget the existence of that woman when her face and name were all over every possible means of communication. I allowed myself to look at the gorgeous picture, where the young Latina carried a seductive look, very typical of her attractive personality. It was an advertising for Chanel, where Camila has been working for months as the face of the brand. Maybe I stared at that picture for longer than necessary, but it happens that it was impossible not to admire her. My thoughts wandered to our last encounter in the day before, the way how everything seemed to be going well between us. I could still feel the softness of Camila's lips from our last kiss, which was totally unexpected by me. To feel that, even after a little while, the Latina was allowing me to enter her life again, it made me have the courage to persist more and more in our unfinished story.