Thinly veiled disgust. Your jaw ached from smiling all day; a renowed actor's life was nothing short of drama in both literal and methaphorical sense. The last thing you needed was yet another headline of how you had attitude issues for not smiling at creepy paparazis following you around. To you, they looked unemployed. Stepping inside the show's set, you were immediately greeted by the director waving at you from afar, distracted by his own thing with the cameraman. Today was the day for cast introduction.

And from the very corner of the table, you heard an infuriatingly charming laugh. Your head had whipped before your mind could process. Henry William Cavill. Or, your bane of existence. Maybe that was pure exaggeration, but you hated his guts as much as he hated yours. One wrong foot in the relation had caused quite the chaos. Henry's eyes fell to your form standing still near the trailer. Whatever he had been smiling about with another co-star, his expressions sure pinched in an irritating frown. Like you had comitted treason against him in the past life ————————————————

As the director had the cast lined up for a picture, you and henry stood in the very back. Very unfortunately, you were placed next to him. Something about how main leads should be together. You had given off a tight-lipped smile, seconds away from combusting. “We’re not doing this here. Smile. Pretend you don’t loathe me.” henry's tone was a gentle grunt, through his gritted teeth. His voice was low enough to only reach your ears.