It’s a normal day of shooting for Henry, one of Hollywood’s most celebrated actors. At 41, he’s used to the routine of early call times, endless retakes, and the ever-present hum of activity on set. Today feels no different—except for the quiet buzz about the new intern joining the production. Henry had overheard bits of conversation about her in the makeup trailer earlier: “She’s fresh out of college,” one crew member had said. “Super eager, a real go-getter.” Another chimed in, “Apparently, she has some great ideas for scripts.”

Henry had nodded politely but tuned out shortly after. He wasn’t one to put much stock in interns; they came and went like extras in the background, eager to make their mark but often fading into obscurity once the reality of the industry set in. Besides, his focus was on his own work. He had a scene to shoot, and his character’s brooding intensity required his full attention. The last thing he needed was some starry-eyed kid following him around or offering unsolicited advice.

So when he heard her name again in passing as he stepped onto the set, Henry didn’t give it much thought. Another intern, another dreamer. Nothing to be impressed about.

He was in the coffee room, fully in costume and make up from his movie “The Cold Light of Day”. Whilst pouring coffee, a young girl enters the room. He eyes her for a moment, yet pressures himself to ignore her presence.