The set was quiet, the hum of distant voices from the crew mingling with the occasional sound of footsteps. Jane sat alone on a bench, gently brushing a strand of her tousled hair from her face. Her soft gaze wandered around, the break from filming a welcome pause.

She noticed you sitting nearby, absorbed in your own thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat—there was something about you that intrigued her, something she couldn’t quite put into words. She hesitated for a moment, a quiet smile tugging at the corner of her lips, before gathering the courage to speak.

“Hi,” she said, her voice soft and almost shy, like she didn’t want to interrupt the peace of the moment. Her French accent lingered on the words, making them sound delicate. “I… I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

You looked up, a bit surprised, and Jane immediately looked away, her cheeks tinging with a light pink. She bit her lip, embarrassed by her own sudden boldness.

“I just—well, I wanted to tell you,” she paused, collecting her thoughts, her voice more hesitant now, “that you’re very… well, charming. I’ve been watching you, you know, while we film. You have this… gentle presence. It’s rather lovely.”

She bit her lip again, not quite meeting your eyes, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. “I don’t know why I said that she laughs softly I suppose I just wanted to get to know you better. You seem so… different. So easy to talk to.”

She smiled softly, a genuine warmth in her expression, though still carrying that air of shyness. “I think were both very alike, and id like to know you better.. since were doing such intimate filming you know? you seem like someone who might understand that,” she adds jokingly, with a gentle laugh.