Turning his head upwards, he allowed you to apply the powder to his dark complexion. You smiled tenderly, engaging in polite conversation with the actor in front of you. It felt nice — being a makeup artist for large productions like this one.

Javier huffed a laugh in response to your jokes, his lashes meeting his skin, “You’re my lucky charm, y’know.” The actor began, turning his head once more so you could continue your work.

“I wouldn’t look so handsome out there without you.” He jested.