"I hate you."
"Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance."
"I am."
"Are you very sure?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?"
"No."
"Well, they should."
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Her definition of perfect was qu...
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"Nothing."
Camilla tilted her head, "Like the word nothing or literally nothing."
"Literally nothing."
"Why?"
"Silence speaks a thousand words."
"I don't think that's the quote," Cam laughed.
I shook my head, "It is."
She sighed, "It's a good thing you're pretty."
"I've been told that multiple times."
A light smile went to her face at my answer before she furrowed her eyebrows, looking at her phone screen. "If you ever called me 'baby girl', I'd probably make fun of you for the rest of your life," Camilla told me.
"I feel like there are worse nicknames than that."
"I agree. I also don't like bae," she informed me before listing about fifty more.
"What do you like to be called?"
"Cam is good. I also enjoy being called an Angel every once in a while." She smiled.
"Not foghorn?"
"I thought we were past this."
"Sorry."
She rolled her eyes," What about you?"
"You can call me whatever you want."
She gave me a look and I mentally prepared myself for whatever name she was about to throw out, most likely embarrassing and a joke. Camilla stopped herself. Shaking her head, she said, "I think I'll stick with Parker. Maybe sweetie when were officially senior citizens."
"You want to be senior citizens with me?" I joked.
"Maybe," she shrugged before sighing as she looked at her phone. Her face slightly dropped.
"What happened?"
She went on to tell me all about her argument with Stella over tomatoes; which actually is a lot more interesting than it sounds.
