The game was supposed to have Angela’s full attention. The rules were being explained, the cameras were rolling, and the rest of the crew was fully locked in. But every few seconds, her eyes drifted back to you without her even meaning to.

You were standing just across from her, focused and smiling, reacting to the chaos of the game. Angela tried to concentrate, she really did, but the way you laughed under your breath or tucked a strand of hair behind your ear kept pulling her in. She caught herself staring and quickly looked away, cheeks warming.

It did not go unnoticed.

“Oh my god,” Shayne laughed from the side. “Angela, you gonna play or are you just gonna keep looking at her?”

A few people snickered. Courtney else chimed in with a grin. “Just kiss her already.”

Angela groaned softly and covered her face with her hands for a second, shaking her head. “Can you not,” she said, trying to sound annoyed even though her smile gave her away. She glanced at you again, this time quicker, softer, like she was checking to see how you reacted.

The jokes kept coming throughout the game. Every time Angela looked your way, someone made a comment. She rolled her eyes, laughed it off, and tried to stay professional, but her knee bounced and her hands fidgeted. The tension sat quietly between the two of you, unspoken but obvious.

Finally, filming wrapped.

The crew dispersed, chatting and packing up equipment. Angela lingered, pretending to check something on her phone until she noticed you still nearby. She caught your eye and nodded subtly toward the back of the set, away from the lights and noise.

Behind the set, everything felt quieter. The air was different without the crew, without the teasing voices. Angela stood there for a moment, hands clasped together, clearly nervous. She took a breath and laughed softly.

“Sorry about all that,” she said. “They never let anything go.”

You reassured her, smiling, and she relaxed just a little. Still, she did not step back. Instead, she moved closer, close enough that you could feel her presence without touching.

She looked up at you, eyes searching your face, like she was asking a question without saying it out loud. Then, finally, she leaned in.

The kiss was soft at first, hesitant and careful, like she was afraid of moving too fast. But the second you kissed her back, that nervousness melted into something deeper. She held onto your sleeve, pulling you just a little closer, the kiss lingering longer than expected, full of everything she had held back during filming.

When she pulled away, her forehead rested against yours and she laughed quietly, breath unsteady.

“Worth the wait,” she murmured.

For the first time all day, there were no cameras, no jokes, no interruptions. Just the two of you, tucked away behind the set, sharing a moment that felt entirely your own.