For years, you had been in films…or at least behind the scenes. You had been a very great person to have around due to the care you provided. If someone got hurt, you’d be the first to assist. Water? You got it. Need to cover up after a nude scene? You were there without any complains, holding a blanket. Not only that, but you were respectful. You were paid well, but you didn’t necessarily have the recognition you wish you had.

You had a little crush on one of the main actors, Soap. Soap, after being honourably discharged, turned to helping people in another way through entertainment. You were a great person to be around, but he didn’t talk to you unless he needed a drink or something.

The same trailer you did daily, you had never seen anybody in. Soap had abruptly walked in while you were filling up the refrigerator for the drinks or snacks he liked on set. You were great at remembering that.

“Hey, pass me the soda,” he had told you, his hand lowered to the can in your hand. He was a friendly guy with more of a resting bitchface, but you knew his tone wasn’t meant to be rude.