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rafe cameron & jealousy when another guy shows interest in his shy country club waitress

just as expected, he pulls up to the club around late afternoon. it's a warm summer day in the outer banks with a cool breeze flowing from the beach into the building where you're padding around, wiping up the tables of wealthy patrons.

he had no plan of messing around on the golf course, instead heading straight inside the lobby to see his favorite girl. it was odd how he practically craved to see you, but once he'd broken down those heavily guarded walls, the two of you could talk away your whole shift.

it was a slow process, but he enjoyed having to work for your attention — no matter how often it tested his patience.

so when he saunters into the bar and sees some douche greedily taking in the shy girl across the counter, he's seeing red. an overreaction? maybe. that doesn't stop him from collecting himself and heading overall passive-aggressively.

rafe claps a heavy hand on the boy's shoulder, turning to face him with an all but friendly smile. meanwhile, you've just finished up his drink, tentatively sliding it across the dividing surface and glancing between the boys in front of her.

taking it into his own hands, rafe shoots you a wink and takes the glass, all but shoving it into the guy's grasp and shooing him off. begrudgingly, he complies — because nobody wants to be on the wrong side of any cameron.

you're left a bit stunned staring up at the boy you know with a flushed face and big eyes, in awe.

"you didn't have to do all that." your eyes follow him as he takes his usual seat, shrugging with a smug grin.

"yeah, i know, baby. gimme a, uh.. y'know the usual." unable to hold back a smile, you nod and get to it. a content feeling washes over you knowing someone on this god-awful island has your back — even if he's now the one unabashedly eyeing up your body when you bend over to scoop some ice.

but it's rafe, he'd never harm his sweet little server, the girl of few words who is silent for the rest of the town. he takes pride in the understanding nobody knows you the way he does.

he'll walk you out after closing later that day — yet to accept his constant offers of giving you a ride home.

standing outside the club, you hesitate before leaning up on your toes and pressing a soft kiss of gratitude to his cheek, all but whispering a soft 'bye, rafe' and turning on your heels to walk off, immediately thinking over your choice and adjusting your work bag on your shoulder with a sigh.

he's left staring after you with the cockiest smirk he could sport, getting one last eyeful before retreating to his truck, finally feeling successful in his patient approach with you.

i fear i'm never getting over this scene.

the way time completely stops for them. the way karen knows this moment is fleeting, yet holds onto him for as long as she can; and he just closes his eyes, taking in her presence while it's still there. oh i'm hurting.

happy outer banks 4 release day to all those who celebrate 🎀 (it’s me i’m celebrating)

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