@you-breatheintome-again
Camila slid the coffee mug across the table top, a half grin on her face. “Been a while, pretty boy,” she said before giving the barista her name. “C-A-M-I-L-A,” she spelled, making sure that Damien was paying attention. It wouldn’t do for someone to hear her calling him by her other name. “Just thought you should know that I’m back in the game,” she continued. She said the words nonchalantly as if it was no big deal, as if the last cover hadn’t almost been her last. Damien was one of the few people who knew differently, though. Camila had liked him from the moment she’d met him in the academy. Damien had been one of the only men in their class who hadn’t taken one look at her and assumed that she’d simply been there because of her father and her brother, and he’d been there when she’d gotten pulled. Camila respected him which was more than she could say about most of the other guys she worked with. “I know you’re gonna ask, so the quick and dirty: been under for a couple of months. It’s nothing too serious, so you don’t have to worry.”
