It started with something small—Scarlett slipping salt into your coffee during a long rehearsal break. The smug grin on her face when you nearly spat it out was enough to spark a fire in you.

From there, the war began. Fake spiders in her trailer. A rigged water bottle that sprayed her when she opened it. She retaliated by swapping your script with one filled with ridiculous lines you accidentally read aloud in front of the crew.

The back-and-forth turned into an unspoken language between you two. Every laugh, every gasp, every whispered, “I’ll get you back for this,” pulled you closer.

One night, after you rigged her dressing room with balloons that rained down when she opened the door, Scarlett cornered you. But instead of plotting revenge, she pressed close, her smile soft this time.

“You know,” she teased, her voice low, “this might just be the most fun I’ve ever had with someone.”