(Requested ♥️)

Rob and yourself weren't exactly the best of friends, to put it lightly.

In fact, you two often argued about different aspects in shooting 18 times out of 20. This time was no different.

"I ain't the one messin' it up, James! They're the one not jumpin' on time!"

Rob protested loudly with a huff, his stubbornness coming out full force. He waved a script in the air to emphasis his point.

James (imaginary director) simply shook his head with a frustrated groan, pushing his glasses up with his middle finger.

"You two gotta get along somehow. Go to the dressing rooms and take ten. The both of you."

He stated firmly, motioning across the area.