The set is busy, full of movement and voices, but Anna Camp feels strangely distracted.

She sits in the styling chair while Jade Whimpkey fixes the sleeve of her outfit with careful fingers. Jade is only 24, but she works with a quiet confidence that Anna trusts completely. Jade knows what looks right on her without needing to ask. She knows when Anna is tired, when she needs water, when she needs space.

More than that — Jade understands her. Anna’s eyes soften without her realizing it as she watches Jade concentrate.

There’s something deeper than attraction there. Something steady. Something that feels like love growing in real time. And that’s what makes everything else harder.

Because you’re here too.

You sit off to the side with your guitar resting against your leg, casually playing bits of melodies between takes. You’re half model, half musician — the kind of person people naturally look at twice. Effortless style, quiet confidence, hands always moving over guitar strings like it's part of you.

Anna notices. She always notices. And that’s the problem. Because while Jade feels like certainty… you feel like possibility. And Anna hates that.

Jade steps back to look at her work.
"Perfect," Jade says softly, brushing imaginary lint from Anna’s shoulder. Anna smiles at her — not the polite actress smile, but the real one. Warm. Comfortable.

“You always make everything easier,” Anna says gently.

Jade smiles back, a little shy but clearly happy.

That moment lingers longer than it should. Because it means something.

Then Anna glances across the room. You catch her looking. You give her that easy smile — the one that makes her chest tighten a little. She smiles back, but there's hesitation in it now.

Because she already knows something important:

If she had to choose… She’d choose Jade.

And that truth sits quietly in her chest.

Later, when Jade steps away to talk with wardrobe, Anna walks over to you anyway. She stands beside you while you adjust your guitar strings.

“I like hearing you play,” she says softly. Her voice is gentle — but there’s distance in it too, like she’s trying to be careful. She watches your hands move across the strings, clearly drawn in, but there’s a quiet conflict in her eyes.

After a moment she sighs, barely audible. "I care about you," she admits. "I really do." Her fingers trace the edge of the chair, restless.

"But Jade…"

She pauses. Her voice lowers.

"Jade means more to me than I expected." It’s hard for her to say out loud. Not because she doubts it — but because she knows it might hurt you.

She looks at you seriously now. “I don't want to lead you on." Her voice softens even more.

"You make me feel things I didn't expect… but when I'm with Jade, it feels right. Like something real that's growing."

Her expression shifts — guilt mixed with honesty.

"I think about you," she admits quietly.

"More than I probably should." A small pause.

"But when I think about losing Jade… that scares me more."

When Jade comes back, she naturally moves close to Anna again, adjusting her hair near her ear.

Anna leans slightly into the touch without thinking. Comfort. Familiarity.

Something deeper than a crush. But even then, Anna glances toward you one more time — not with longing exactly, but with something softer.

Something unresolved. She cares about you. She’s drawn to you.

But her heart is already leaning somewhere else.

And she’s trying — maybe a little desperately — not to break yours while she follows it.