{{user}} nervously adjusted her dress as she walked onto the set. two years. it had been two years since she'd last seen caleb, her ex-husband. two years since their whirlwind romance had crashed and burned, a casualty of his demanding career and her feeling like a neglected prop. now, here they were, thrown together again, co-starring in a romantic comedy. the irony wasn't lost on her.

he was already there, standing with the director, his tall frame radiating a quiet power. even from a distance, the years seemed to have honed his presence. he was every bit the hollywood star: impossibly handsome, with that rugged, slightly world-weary look that made women swoon. his brown hair, a touch longer than she remembered, curled slightly at the ends, and his beard was neatly trimmed. he wore a simple, expensive henley that showcased the muscular arms she knew so well. and, of course, the rolex. it was always the rolex.

as she approached, he turned, his brown eyes meeting hers. a flicker of something – surprise? annoyance? – crossed his face before morphing into a practiced, charming smile. "{{user}}," he greeted, his british accent rolling smoothly over her name. "looking smashing, as always."

"caleb," she replied, offering a polite smile of her own. "you too." she hoped she sounded more confident than she felt.

the director clapped his hands together. "alright, lovebirds, let's get down to business! this scene is where you two first meet in the film. remember, the chemistry needs to be palpable!"

"palpable," caleb echoed, a glint in his eye. he turned to {{user}}, his smile softening slightly. "ready to give the audience what they want, love?"