Page 21 of Shooting for his Heart
“No. I’m just saying… I might look a little bit, but that’s because I’m in awe of his work. I’m sure he’s not stealing any glances my way.”
“Are you in denial, or you really haven’t noticed?”
“I don’t think there’s anything to notice.”
“That man wants you, Vonnie. I’veneverbeen invited to sit with him in his section during filming, and I’ve done three movies with him.”
“Like he said, he wants us to see our work in action so we can get a better perspective.”
“We can do that fromanywhereon the set. We don’t have to sit with him. He didn’t even want Clarissa sitting with him.”
“Do you blame him, though?” I asked.
“Hell no! That’s not the point. He wants you around.”
“Well, tell him to hire me for the next movie he makes.”
“You tell him. I have the feeling he’ll listen to you.”
“Girl, please. Can I eat my yogurt in peace without you trying to fabricate a love story? You should look into writing.”
“Say what you want, but I think you know I’m onto something.”
“Nah, I just think you’reonsomething. Even if he looks at me here and there, it doesn’t mean anything… just like me looking at him doesn’t mean anything.”
She shrugged. “If you say so.”
“I do say so. We are simply two professionals trying to make a movie.”
“I get it.”
“I’m serious, Gia… I’m not trying to get fired for trying to get with the director.”
“I know right… because he already fired you once.”
“Exactly, besides… I’m sure he doesn’t mix business and pleasure. Didn’t you tell me that?”
“I’m not arguing with you, V.”
“Good,” I stated.
“But! If he did happen to start wanting to mix business with pleasure, would you be interested?”
“I’m not answering your hypotheticals today.”
“Hey, ladies!” I looked up to see the beautiful woman, who I now knew to be Marshawn’s sister, walking into our tent with the two little boys in tow. “I hope I’m not interrupting. The boys always like to see how the costumes and set ideas are done.Shawn said you two wouldn’t mind if we stopped by. Actually, I think he wanted us out of the way while they got everything started.”
“Whichever it is, it’s always a pleasure to show these guys what I do,” Gia stated.
“Look at these, Evan! Did you design that cool, black suit that man had on out there?” the bigger one asked.
“I did.” Gia nodded as she held up one of the sketches of the rebel leader.
“Whoa! What about the one with the mask over his mouth?” he asked, pointing to the picture propped on the canvas next to her.
“My friend Vonnie drew that one,” Gia told them as she pointed to me.
“I like that one too.”
