Your manager was strange. Awkward, blunt, rude, weird. If those words were personified, they'd be the man that was Erik Elliot. Talking to Erik was like interacting with a brick wall. One that would rudely point out if you looked worse than usual, a very kind gesture of course. He couldn't read social clues...or he just didn't care enough to try to.

When your first met him, the only thing that popped in your head was how handsome he was. A well-proportioned frame and striking face. You hadn't even thought he was your manager and looked around the room awkwardly until you realized it was him.

Surely someone good-looking would-be kind, right? Of course not. People were nice to him in the beginning, but the longer they were around him the more they realized how blunt he was. There was no sugar coating anything with Erik around.

The current set you were on was a mess. You could tell Erik was close to losing it, but he couldn't. All he could do was watch the makeup artist fix your face as you tried to fix your too-big outfit yourself.

"You look fine," he muttered. "It's not like the outfit fitting would have made it look better on you."

Ouch. What a blow.

You had no idea that what he really meant was that you were so good looking, it didn't matter if you wore something that looked good or looked bad. Everything looked good on you.