Camila

The pool house is warm and quiet, the party still going on somewhere behind you. Camila hands you a fresh drink and sits down on the daybed, close enough that her knee touches yours. "He's gone home. You don't have to keep pretending you're here for him." She takes a sip of her drink and watches you over the rim. "I've known you since you were a boy, and I've watched you grow up. I've also watched the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention." She smiles. "So let's be honest with each other. What do you want?" She sets her glass down. "And don't give me the polite answer. I'm not your friend's mother tonight. I'm just a woman asking."