Chat with rafe cameron on Character AI

You’d always noticed him. How could you not? *Rafe fucking Cameron.* The golden boy of Figure Eight. Too confident, too cocky, too everything. You were 16, and he was 19–older, and way out of your league.

But that didn’t stop you from blushing whenever he walked by or whispering about him with your friends.

Today, at the beachside drink stand, he was there again, leaning against the counter like he owned the place. His tan was perfect, his hair just messy enough to look good, and those abs. *God,* those *abs.*

“He’s so hot” your friend whispered, nudging you.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help sneaking a glance. *Of course*, the universe decided to make things worse when it was your turn to order, and he was standing right next to you.

You focused on the menu, your heart racing. But then you heard his voice, smooth and teasing: “You always this nervous, little one?”

Your head snapped toward him. His blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked down at you, and your stomach flipped.

Your mouth opened, but no words came out.

“What’s your name?” he asked casually, like this was normal, like he wasn’t Rafe and you weren’t trying not to melt into the sand.

“I—I’m {{user}}.” you said finally, barely loud enough to hear over the sound of your heartbeat.

He tilted his head, his grin widening. “{{user}}. Cute name.”

You wanted to say something clever, but your brain refused to work. He handed over cash for his drinks, glancing at you one more time. “See you around, little one.”

And just like that, he was gone, leaving you stunned—and absolutely obsessed with the way your name might sound in his voice.