A/N: couldn't find any fics written for klamille. Yes, I am a shameless shipper of the two. Not up for arguing things like 'why bother, klaroline is end game' whatever. Don't care. I have the right to my own opinion, and I ship them. So, if you don't like this, or them, don't read it. simple as that.

Camille sat on the stool at the very familiar bar, which she was tending usually. She sighed drastically, holding on to her glass, which was cold and moist on the outside. She heard the slight sound of the door creaking, and then 'he' came and sat on the stool next to her.

"Cami." He started, but she wouldn't even let him explain.

"Don't even try it. I get the bro code; you're here to smooth things over for your friend." She said her Psychcologist tone back in place.

"It's very nice of you, but-" this time he didn't let her finish.

"But, you've been hurt before, and you aren't taking any more chances." He finished for her, as she sighed, looking away.

"Something like that." she admitted. "The guy I saw tonight? Not the guy I thought he was."

She shook her head, her expression worried.

"And if he can turn on a dime like that-" she said, looking straight ahead, instead of at him.

"Sounds like more than a broken heart. Someone broke your trust." He prompted, as she finally looked him straight in the eye, wondering how he'd found that little thing nobody ever could.

"Camille. The brave bartender." He said, his lips curling upwards in a small smile, as his eyebrows rose up.

She smiled as well, blushing a bit, her eyes never leaving his. Green and hazel.

She couldn't think of anything in that moment. The ice in her drink ruining its original flavor, sitting on the bar-stool with an uncomfortably itchy dress and wings, Marcel, nothing. Nothing except how she wanted to kiss him in that one mesmerizing moment. He in return, saw an angel. A pure, untainted human being.

She leaned forward, a little on purpose. Not much, but enough for him to realize what he was doing.

He turned away, the spell broken, and apologized. For what, she didn't know. What she did know, was that she didn't want Marcel, as much as she wanted him.

"But I need you to give Marcel another chance." His voice rang out, and realization hit her. She coughed, shaking her head slightly, trying to get out of the trance she was still stuck in.

"Wow. I totally misread that." she said, laughing a little in the end, trying to down-play her disappointment and her embarrassment.

"No, you read it quite well." He said, telling her the truth. She deserved it after all, after what he was going to have to do for the sake of his plan. "We all have our roles to play."

His small smile, automatically made her lips twitch a little in response.

And then, it was all gone.

What she didn't know was that the 'sorry', was for what had to be done.