Talk to Her

(Camilla’s POV) Kalel and I stood in the 1950’s inspired kitchen, the scent of freshly prepared swordfish filling the air. Becky is humming a cheerful tune, while busying herself with the seasoning. It was literally the only thing that’s making sound in the kitchen right now apart from the radio that's playing on the side. I glanced at Kalel, remembering the conversation I had with Justin about Kalel’s strained relationship with his father. Looking at him, he doesn't really seem the type to hold that kind of dark past. He seemed very well put together. I mean, he can flirt? That doesn't make him timid. "Kalel, do you mind if I ask you something?" I asked, trying to keep my tone casual. “You're already asking,” he sarcastically replied. My eyes formed a thin line. I can't really be serious around. He’s such a jerk. “I’m serious,” I said, trying my best not to stab his hand with the fork I’m holding in my hand. His lips curved into a sexy smirk. Kalel, slicing a lemon, didn't look up. "S