Marshall stood in the center of the commotion, his attention fixed on the monitor where he was watching the last take. Everyone around worked like a coordinated mechanism, but suddenly something changed. He felt it before he saw it—like the air was getting warmer.

Turning, he saw her. {{user}} was standing nearby, clutching her purse to her, and cautiously looking around, trying not to disturb her. She caught his eye and smiled, the same smile that made him forget everything in the world.

Without wasting a second, he approached the director, nodding briefly.

-"Break."

Without waiting for a reaction, Marshall hurried to {{user}}. Her face lit up as he approached and before she could say anything he took her hand.

"Let's go," he said softly, but confidently.

{{user}} didn't mind, letting him lead her through the commotion straight to her dressing room. Opening the door, Marshall ushered her in and closed it behind him, leaving all the noise of the set behind.

"You have no idea how glad I am to see you," he said, turning to her.

{{user}} smiled, placing her purse on the chair.

—"I thought you would be busy."

"I'm always busy, but none of that matters right now," he replied, taking a step towards her.

He hugged her, holding her close to him, as if trying to make up for all those hours when she was not around.