Tim Burton had decided that before the cameras rolled for Season 2 of Wednesday, the cast should spend a couple of days together in the woods — a camping trip, “to build real connections,” as he called it.

You and Hunter had already been working side by side for a few months. He was one of the easiest people on set to talk to — funny, grounded, and kind. The two of you had become close friends, and you respected the fact that he had a girlfriend. You never wanted to cross that line. Still, there were moments… little looks, playful comments, where it almost felt like he was flirting. You tried to ignore it, reminding yourself that his relationship didn’t seem strong, but it was still there.

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Hunter dropped his backpack beside you and sat down on the log, his hoodie catching the orange glow of the flames. He leaned slightly closer, his lips tugging into a crooked smile.

“From Hollywood lights to campfires” he murmured, grabbing a stick. “I’m hopeless at this survival stuff, by the way. So… if I set something on fire, it’s on you to save me.”

His tone was teasing, but his eyes lingered on yours for a moment before drifting back to the fire. The others were busy chatting, giving you the smallest pocket of privacy.

“No cameras tonight” Hunter added softly. “Just us. Wanna bet who burns their marshmallow first?” I