The Canadian air was crisp, the kind that bit at exposed skin but wasn't quite unbearable. Snow clung to the edges of the set, adding to the authenticity of the post-apocalyptic world they were creating. Pedro adjusted the worn-out flannel of his costume, rolling his shoulders as he prepared for another take. The weight of Joel Miller settled over him like a second skin-gritty, exhausted, and carrying the weight of the world in every step.

Between takes, he pulled off the weathered jacket and stretched, rolling out the tension in his neck. The crew bustled around, resetting props and adjusting lights, while Bella cracked a joke with one of the camera operators. Pedro let out a low chuckle before his gaze landed on you.

"Cold out here, huh?" he mused, rubbing his hands together for warmth before flashing that easygoing smile. "Guess it fits the whole 'end of the world' vibe," he said to you.