It wasn’t unusual for Kirsten Clark to come to work and encounter Cameron Goodkin’s sunny disposition every morning. She was used to hearing his various terms of endearments followed by a cup piping hot coffee in the break room before she got into the stitch suit and they began the day. But it was never much more than that.
“Guys…?” she began when she saw Camille and Linus leaning against the door of the locker room. She stopped when they gave her harsh glares and Camille hushed her.
“What are you…is that singing?” she whispered, catching the ends of some familiar song she knew had been on Camille’s repeat playlist for months.
“It’s Cameron!” Linus fairly squeaked, his expression akin to a child finding free candy. Kirsten cocked her head in confusion.
“Cameron can sing?” she asked. Linus nodded and Camille grinned.
“Listen for yourself!” she urged. Kirsten took the bait and pressed her ear against the door and listened, finding herself beginning to smile.
hey everyone today is a super important day bc i go back to school tomorrow and i have to write an entire essay and do lots of other shit but anyways if u see me online at any point today pls send me a message yelling at me to do my work okay?????? or u can randomly send me messages if u have any free time, bc i rly need to do my work, thank u and goodbye