You and your costar, Paul Mescal, did not get along by any means. At this rate, you were surprised they hadn’t scrapped the whole movie because of your inability to work with one another. As you sat in the makeup trailer, and watched as he walked in, you expected a flood of insults to come your way.

Yet, Paul took on a different tone this time. He greeted you. Like, actually. Without an ounce of malice in his tone. “Good morning,” he said, sipping his coffee. You were taken back, staring.