~Obsession makes the strange familiar, and the familiar strange~
Camila's pov
I am at the hospital, mom's there already. I sort the bills and deposit some extra cash for treatment. And join them.
I sit on the chair beside her bed. Rose and mom are laughing about something, I am not paying attention. My eyes are drawn to a bouquet of flowers on the table stand beside rose.
I gesture towards it. "What's that?" I ask
"Ohhh, some guy named Mike?" Mom arcs a brow "Dropped this off here, said he's a good friend of yours" mom is eyeing me sheepishly.
"Mike?" A brief wave of anger flashes through me. I clench my jaw. Of course Mike would pull a stunt like this, roses at a hospital? Who even does that? It feels like trespassing."Oh, so they allow anybody into the room now" I say rolling my eyes.
"He was really sweet Camila" rose says as she reaches for the bouquet. "and handsome too" she says glancing at me with a smirk and an eye raised"
i shrug. I want to get mad, but I can't she seems really happy.
"That was so thoughtful of him" mum leans in and smiles "he wouldn't happen to me the young man who took you on a date the other night is he?"
I sigh "he is mom, but we aren't that close, how does he even know where rose is admitted. it's disturbing" I look up trying to remember having mentioned something like that a certain point.
"Oh come on, he's so intentional, he wanted to surprise you, you should call him and thank him" she winks.
I make a mental note to bring it up with him when next we see.
"Tell me about today" I say to rose trying to change the subject. She talks about her friends at school, how they are so sweet and came to keep her company. Her best friend in quote, who mum didn't approve of ag first and the doctors in the hospital. As she goes on and on about the cute young doctor who came in to check her vitals today, my mind drifts back to the office.
Sinclair, I wonder what he is doing now. Then I remember the woman, Chloe or something. Blond hair. Quite flat at the back but busty. Walked in like she owned the place. I think of how close she leaned on to sinclairs desk almost pushing her chest into his face, how he didn't push back and how he allowed her to touch his arm.
I brush the thought away. Why am I thinking about Sinclair during family time? And why do I care if she has nice boobs. I have a job to do and that's it.
I also won't be needing any distracting women. Seems he has a flair for women especially blonds.
my brows furrow and I give a light pout.
"Everything okay? Camil?" Mum asks, concern in her voice.
"Yes I am fine mum" I go over to her and take her in my arms. Poor mum. Always so worried. She also had to leave her coffee store in Texas just to be with us. "I love you mum, you are the best"
"Love you too baby" she places a hand on my arm.
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I drop Mum off at her friend's place. Something about a get together on one of her many organizations.
By the time I get home I am drained. I kick off my shoes at the door and toss my bag on the nearest couch. All I want is a hot shower and maybe something ridiculously sweet.
I head to the kitchen, open the fridge and stare at it blankly.
The door bell rings. I freeze. It's past nine. Who the hell is knocking at my door at this hour.
I walk towards the door and look through the peep hole. My heart skips when I see who is at the door.
Mike.
I pull the door open confusion written all over my face. "What are you doing here"
He smiles. Like appearing at someone's door uninvited is the most natural thing. "I was in the area." He says.
I cross my arms. "You were in the area, really?"
He shrugs. "Just wanted to see how you are doing"
"Uhuh" I say then step aside.
He walks in like he owns the place. His eyes scanning the room. "Is that you?" He asks pointing to the picture hanging at the far end of the wall"
I ignore the question and walk to the kitchen. He follows me.
"Are you mad?" he asks
"I don't know" I say, unconsciously arranging what doesn't need arranging. "Also about the flowers" I turn to face him.
He arcs a brow. "What about them?"
"You shouldn't have done that"
"Why not?"
"Because….Mike! how did you even know where she was, leaving flowers like we are dating"
He folds his arm and leans casually against the edge of the kitchen counter. "So now it's bad to be thoughtful?"
"That's not thoughtfulness," I snap. "That's invasive. You don't even know where she's admitted but somehow you show up with a bouquet and tell my mom you're a good friend of mine?"
"You are a friend of mine," he says, gaze fixed on me. "Unless you see it differently."
I don't answer.
"Look," he says, voice lowering a bit, "I didn't mean to freak anyone out. I just… I wanted to do something nice. I am sorry" he grins.
I narrow my eyes and stare at him for a while.
"Well, I am tired now and I would really appreciate being alone" I say avoiding eye contact.
"Are you telling me to leave?" Something flashes in his eyes. I can't quite make it, but disappears as soon at it came. "Alright, take care of yourself"
I walk towards the door hoping he is trailing behind. I watch him walk out and he pauses at the door.
"Thank you" not sure why.
He doesn't say anything just nods his head and walks away.
I shut the door and lean against it.
Something about that whole thing feels strange.