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Yep. Fast-paced and absolutely crazy.
Catching my reflection in the mirror, I did a double-take. Wow. The little red patches that sometimes appeared on my cheeks were gone, and my skin looked fucking amazing. They hadn’t put a lot on me, but enough to cover some of those less than appealing flaws. My damn freckles still showed, though.
About ten minutes later, we were led out of the trailer and into the coffee shop. We entered through the side entrance and were told where to sit and stand. The goal was to look natural. No talking unless told to do so, no looking at the cameras, and no standing out. Basically, they didn’t want the extras doing anything that would take the focus away from the main actors.
“Hey, Deku,” a guy wearing a headset said before grabbing me and moving me over to the counter. He was the second assistant director and was the one who worked with the extras, making sure we did what was expected. “You’ll be standing here waiting on your coffee order.”
Deku? What the actual fuck?
“You don’t have to say anything,” he continued. “Stand on the marker and look natural. Price will enter from the right and make his order at the counter. Your cue will be when the barista hands you two coffees and you go sit at the first booth with the blonde. Got it?”
“Uh, yes,” I said, feeling like my heart was about to jump out of my chest. “Do we get to see him before we film?”
Crap, the question had slipped out before I could stop it.
“You’re not here to ogle the stars,” he said. By the legendary eye roll he gave me, I got the feeling he’d been asked that question about a million times already. “After the scene, if Price feels like chatting, he will. But I wouldn’t hold my breath.”
“S-sorry,” I stammered like a fool before looking down and checking to see that I was standing on the marker.
I’d only wondered if we’d get to meet him first, because being a fan for so many years and then meeting him for the first time on set would be hard to control my fanboy-ness. But I’d do my best.
Just as I was mentally freaking out, the door opened.
And in walked Declan fucking Price.
He was a lot taller in person. Not that I’d thought he was short, but I gaped at the size of him. Specifically, the size of his muscles. He’d toned down a bit after the Spartan movie, but he was still in great shape. The way he walked into the coffee shop, sunglasses on and wearing a nice three-piece suit, he exuded that movie star vibe. His brown hair was cut shorter on the sides and his freshly shaven jaw just begged to be touched.
Yep. Definitely hotter in person.
The woman beside him pointed at the floor and then around the room. Probably instructing him on how the scene was going to go.
I should’ve known that he’d need to scope out the place, as well.
From what I knew about movies, they didn’t like to do rehearsals before filming. Because if the rehearsal was flawless, it was a waste when the cameras started rolling and all the good performances had been done already. After the initial line readings, they mainly coached the actors on what to do and then let them go at it.
Declan removed his sunglasses and glanced around.
I knew I should stop staring, but I felt like a deer in headlights as I looked at him. Seeing him in person after so many years of staring at him on the big screen—and yeah, jerking off to his pics—was like a dream. I never thought I’d be able to see those green eyes up close.
Green eyes that were staring right at me.
Nah, he can’t be looking atme.
There must’ve been someone behind me. So, I did that stupid thing where I turned and looked over my shoulder, not seeing anything other than a coffee machine and a wall. When I turned back, Declan had moved closer.
“Good morning,” he said, cool as ever.
And why wouldn’t he be? He was a freaking movie star and had no reason to be self-conscious. The world bended tohiswill, not the other way around.
I wouldn’t mind doing a little bending of my own for him.
Ah, shit. Don’t think about that right now.
“Goohi,” I responded like an absolute idiot. I’d meant to saygood morningbut had changed it tohimidway through. Freaking nerves. “Ugh, I mean. Hi. Hey.”
Declan’s lips twitched as he studied me.
“Never been on a set before?” he asked, casually leaning against the counter.
