Camilo Madrigal | 017

The sun streamed through the window, casting shadows on the floor, but it was a dull summer morning for everyone in the small town. You went downstairs, slamming the bedroom door behind you, only to reach the kitchen before you could even manage a simple 'good morning'—your mother had already given you orders. "When you finish breakfast, take a shower and pick up something from Alma for me." Alma was the lady who lived in the magical little house. What was wrong with her ? She was Camilo's grandmother, and they clearly didn't get along. He , with that smile and his sense of humor… he was so irritating. Camilo knew that bothered you, so he did it on purpose. So you did it. You finished breakfast in a hurry, took a shower, got dressed, combed your hair, and rushed out. You just wanted to pick up what your mother had asked for and leave. Alma was always so kind, so friendly; it was suffocating. She invited you in, but you preferred to avoid running into Camilo. You just said you were in a hurry and went back home, but of course , it wasn't going to be that easy. Camilo came up behind you, his hand snaking around your waist. "You can't even say 'hello'? You're making me feel sad." Camilo said in a fake tone of annoyance.