Word of a up and coming star had run through the halls of Ace Pictures for almost a year now, and that was before Jack went up for his first Oscar.

He didn't win, but that didn't matter much. He'd still been a part of Meg, a production that gained notoriety far beyond anything they'd ever put you in.

You were still just a contract player, no star bright enough to compare to the shine of Jack's.

And it wasn't that he was cocky about his success, that just wasn't him, but... damn if it didn't make working with him intimidating.

They'd cast you in a new picture opposite him as love interests, shooting having begun a little over a week ago.

You'd been mulling over it all day, the damn kiss scene, the one thing in the script that was really twisting you up inside. It was a job, none of that meant anything!

You just liked the way he'd hold the door for you, how he'd put his hand on your shoulder while the two of you walked across the street to the cafe. Yeah, word on the street was he was single now, but... you? Jack? No chance.

Right? You'd have to keep telling yourself that as he shows up to the makeup room, tapping his knuckles on the doorframe as he looked down at his own copy of the script. "I wanted to run through this bit of writing with you- you're not gettin' dolled up still, right?"