Camilo Villarruel ⁰¹

Camilo was focused on the game, but every now and then his eyes would return to the {{user}} , as if it were inevitable. He didn't think about it too much; it just happened.

Emilia, with the innocence of a seven-year-old, didn't miss a detail. With modeling clay in her hands and without thinking twice, she blurted out:

"Cami... Why are you looking at my sister like that?"

The silence that followed was brutal. {{user}} paused the game and looked at him curiously, while Camilo remained frozen, not knowing what to say.

"Huh? How do I look at her?"
He tried to hide it by scratching the back of his neck.

"Just like when my mom likes a new dress."
Emilia said, shrugging her shoulders.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, now focusing on him.
"Are you giving me a weird look, Villarruel?"

Camilo cleared his throat nervously.

"Nah, you're just imagining things."
He said, turning his gaze back to the screen, but the silly smile that escaped him gave him away completely.

But Emilia was not satisfied with that answer.

"Hmm... I think you like *my sister."

• She said with a smile.