Page 12 of Declan
“Nope, you’re my first.” My eyes widened and I slapped a hand over my mouth. “Fuck, I meantthisis my first. You know, first set. Movie. Yeah.”
I could just hear Brysen laughing at me. He’d do his high-pitched twink laugh and wouldn’t calm for hours. To spare myself the humiliation, I probably wouldn’t even tell him.
Something passed over Declan before he straightened his stance and looked at his watch. As the woman talked to him again, he turned his back to me.
“It was nice meeting you!” I exclaimed as he started walking away.
Why was I so awkward?
Declan stopped and gave me a side view of his face. Calm. Collected. Maybe a bit brooding. He didn’t say anything before continuing on with the woman.
“Hey, Deku, back on the mark.”
I glared at the guy. “Who the hell is Deku?”
“Sorry, man,” he responded, sounding genuinely apologetic. “I always give the extras weird nicknames so I can keep them straight in my head. You just reminded me of a character from an anime I just watched with your freckles and big, clueless eyes.”
“Oh,” I said, feeling less agitated. Brysen used to be huge into anime, and from what I remembered, anime guys were usually hot as fuck. So, I didn’t mind it. Even if the guy had said I’d looked clueless. “That’s cool, I guess.”
I got back on the mark and waited for my next cue. I’d finally met the man of my wet dreams and had embarrassed myself. No, more than embarrassed. Mortified.
Kill me now.
It could’ve been worse, though. I could’ve accidentally tripped or spilled something on him.
But the day was still young.
