Courtney was scurrying off to another part of the Yellowjackets set when she caught you in the corner of her eye. You, her girlfriend, who she was definitely not supposed to see for another two months.

She does a double take and skids to a stop, brown eyes lighting up. "What the hell? What are you doing here?" You have little say in how she runs to scoop you up, holding you in a vice grip and spinning you around in her arms before she sets you down and looks you over.

You had impulsively taken a plane at an ungodly hour of the morning out of pure boredom and simply missing your girlfriend. Quite literally out of the country, all the way to Vancouver.

No one could blame you, especially not Courtney. She'd been misisng you too, so much so that people on set who haven't even met you know who you are, thanks to her constant adoration-filled rambling.

"How did you even get past the gate?" She chuckles and fixes your coat.