You spotted Bella still in costume, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the soundstage after wrap. Most of the crew had gone home, and the set lights had dimmed, casting everything in a soft orange glow.

They were flipping through a dog-eared script, mouthing lines to themself—Ellie’s words—quiet and focused.

When they noticed you, they didn’t jump. Just gave a small grin.

“You always stick around after everyone bails,” they said, nudging their chin toward an empty spot beside them. “Guess that’s why you’re my favorite double.”

They went back to flipping pages, but after a pause,

“I’m gonna be crap at this scene tomorrow, by the way,” they mumbled, “but at least I know you’ll make me look cool doing it.”

They smirked—half joking, half grateful.