He looks me up and down, wearing a scowl on his face, and he just turns and walks down the stairs. I follow him and notice that there isn’t a car outside. “Where’s Benny?” I ask of the driver who has been driving us to and from the set.
“I told him to take the weekend off,” he says, getting in the car, and I follow him to get into the front. I don’t say anything while he takes us to the set. He parks in the parking lot, and I grab my bag, leaving my jacket since it’s not that cold out. I walk beside him, and he nods to the crew members while we walk to his trailer. He opens the door to his trailer and waits for me to walk in before stepping inside. “Seriously, I’m going to go online and order you some functioning jeans. What size are you? This isn’t Hollywood. We are on a grimy movie set, and you act as if we are walking down Rodeo Drive on a shopping spree,” he says, his voice gruff and angry. I look over at him when I set my purse down and take a seat.
“What the hell is your problem?” I ask him.
“Nothing. It’s just that you come to a movie set dressed like that after I’ve told you already that it’s not appropriate.” He motions with his hands up and down.
“Like what?” I ask, looking down at my outfit. “I’m fully covered. The skirt even covers my knees. For Christ’s sake, would you prefer more Handmaid’s Tale and less handmaid?”
“It’s not what it’s covering,” he says, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s that it hugs everything.”
“I don’t even know what that means,” I tell him, throwing up my hands.
“Of course, you don’t because you’re oblivious,” he says, and now I shake my head.
“I’m in no mood for whatever this is,” I tell him, waving back and forth between us while grabbing my purse. “You honestly woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Walking past him and out of the trailer, I head to the craft service and sit at one of the plastic tables after I get another cup of coffee. I obviously need more caffeine. My nerves are on the edge of the freaking Grand Canyon. There is nothing wrong with my outfit, and now I’m a bit pissed that I have to work on the plastic table, but I grab my computer and fire it up to see what the world of social media has in store for us today. I go on his Instagram, and I gasp out in shock. He put up two pictures from yesterday. The one selfie he took with the stupid caption “ain’t no mountain high enough” has two million likes and seven thousand comments. Then the other one he put on is the picture he took of us. I laugh at the caption, which is “I don’t know who is prettier.” I also see that there are three million likes and eight thousand comments, and I scroll through them to finally see that mostly everyone agrees he is the prettier one. No surprise there.
“All by yourself?” I hear a soft voice and look up at Jennifer. I smile at her and move my purse.
“Not for long, if you want to join me,” I tell her, and she sits down with her tray of a bagel and juice. “How are you?”
“I’m tired, but I’m just taking it all in,” she says, sitting down.
“Is this the first time for you to work on a movie set?” I ask, and she nods.
“I’m an intern,” she says, and I smile and lean in.
“Me, too,” I whisper, and a shocked look comes over her face.
She leans in also and whispers, “No way.”
“Yes,” I tell her. “I’m at the end of my internship.”
She picks up her juice and brings it to her mouth. “But you just have that thing . . .” she starts to say, and I look at her. “That whole ‘I know what I’m doing’ vibe.”
I laugh at her. “Then I have you fooled because I have no idea what I’m doing,” I tell her. “I was a month away from finishing my internship when they gave me the biggest opportunity that was clearly something I couldn’t say no to.”
“Really?” she says, taking a bite of her bagel. “I mean, that’s good, right?”
“It’s great. It’s just the biggest job that I’ve ever had, and if I fail, I lose the chance to work in New York, which is a dream for me.” I take a sip of my coffee. “If I can keep Carter’s image intact for the next thirty days, then I might actually succeed.”
“Oh, dear,” she says, and I just look at her.