Days of filming my next movie in this house the director rented out for the scenes has been surprisingly comfortable. The neighborhood was calm and the neighbors didn’t even seem to care. One day I go on a walk to a gas station to get a drink. As I’m walking back I’m not paying attention and I bump the person who lives right across from the set.

"I am so sorry I didn’t even—"

I stop my rambling as my eyes meet theirs, my hands on their waist as I help them up. Dear god, they are stunning.