“You were, uh—“ Holland tried, running a hand over his face. He gestured, keeping his head ducked down as to not stare. Awkwardly clearing his throat, Holland continued, “You were in the movie? Or, uh, worked on— what’d you say you did?”

He had found {{user}} at Sid’s party, he was already a few drinks deep. He was thankful Healy wasn’t with him, not wanting to be chastised for his unprofessional ogling.