Camila’s POV
“So, spill it, Camila. What adventures have you been up to since you left?” Dylan ask as soon as we got to the car park, and I smiled with a shake of my head.
“I should be asking you that.” I said.
“But I asked you first, so you have to answer my question.” She said.
I chuckled, feeling a surge of affection for my friend. “Oh, you know, the usual. Exploring new recipes, meeting interesting people whileI’m getting coffee, or while I’m at a party, getting lost one time at 5th and 33rd one evening when I was trying to find a particular beans for my coffee, and finding my way again.” I said, smiling as I remembered that day.
I had just left my father’s house that first visit and went there to find the beans, only for me to keep going until I knew I had gotten lost myself.
