Camila Cabello Imagines and Oneshots

2. How You Met (Bananas)

When you went to the grocery store that day, never did you expect that's how you'd meet your best friend, your soulmate, and the love of your life.

But you did.

"Sorry." You mumbled, taking your hand out from under the other. You traced the slender arm until you were met with a pair of warm brown eyes.

She stayed still for a moment, as did you, just looking at one another. Her jaw was slightly agape and you were sure yours was too as you drank in the stranger's beauty.

She looked in her late teens, maybe earlier twenties but that seemed like pushing it a bit and was the most gorgeous woman you'd ever laid your eyes upon.

From how her wavy brown locks framed a seemingly perfect face to the way she had started softly chewing the inside of her bottom lip, she was absolutely stunning. If you ever needed confirmation of your attraction and love for women, she would be it.

Suddenly she tore her eyes from yours and quickly pulled her hand from the fruit you had both reached for, elbowing herself in the process but you pretended not to notice.

"You can, uh..." she started, looking down and fixing her hair and oh god her voice. You were pretty sure it was crazy to like someone you'd just laid eyes on for the first time quite this much, but you did.

"You can have them." She finished, warm eyes meeting yours again.

"No, you." You would've just taken them but, for whatever reason, couldn't bring yourself to.

"Please, you're hand was u-underneath anyway." She said, blushing again. This time you felt yourself blush too.

"Camila!" Someone called from the aisle over, and the girl's head span at the sound of it.

"Un minuto, Mami." She replied, and a small smile tugged at your lips as she glanced back at that perfect bunch of bananas.

You moved your cart over and took another bunch, popping them into the cart with a smirk.

"Nice to meet you, Camila." You smiled politely and started heading away.

"Wait!" She called out, and you span on your heels, "Can I get your number?" Her expression was nervous and almost childlike, and your smile grew. You gave it to her and left for real this time.

Right before you left the aisle, you looked back over your shoulder to see that she had put at least three bunches into a basket and was cradling the fourth, the one that had sparked your meeting, carefully in her arm as though it were a small child. With a chuckle, you continued your day wearing a permanent smile.