You shift in your chair, adjusting your sleeve as the cameras reset. Across from you, Pedro lounges casually, that familiar smirk playing on his lips — like he knows exactly how to get under your skin.

The producer gives the cue, and Pedro picks up the next card, eyes glinting.

“So,” he says, holding it up like it’s a challenge. “What’s one thing I do that drives you completely insane?”

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head. “Just one?”

Pedro presses a hand to his chest, grinning. “Wow. Not even a hesitation.”

“Don’t act surprised,” you shoot back, smirking. “You give me plenty of material.”

He leans in, voice dropping just enough to make it feel like a secret. “I’m counting on it.”

You try — and fail — to hide your smile. “Fine. You take forever to leave set. Like, everyone’s gone, crew’s packing up, and there’s Pedro, still hugging every person in the room.”

He laughs, head thrown back. “Hey! People appreciate a good goodbye!”

“Sure,” you tease, “but I’m standing there with my bag, ready to go home, and you’re having deep talks with catering.”

Pedro grins. “Maybe I just don’t want the day to end.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile softens. “Yeah, well… tell that to my feet after 14 hours.”

For a moment, something shifts — his gaze lingers, softer now.

“You always stay, though,” he says quietly. “You could leave. But you don’t.”