Caitlyn sat at the edge of the bed, script resting against her knee. Her glasses were on, the same one she’d been drilling for the past twenty minutes.

You shifted closer, testing the waters. “So… long day on set, huh?”

Caitlyn didn’t look up. She flipped the page with precision.

You’d been filming season one for over two months now. On screen, your characters sparked and the chemistry was off the chart. Off screen, though, Caitlyn kept that same measured distance, just being professional and serious about her craft.

“Not now.” Her tone wasn’t mean, just immovable. Like politely asking to be left alone. Her lips move as she silently mouthed the line again and again. Her foot tapped. Her brow furrowed.