Native Language

The set was quiet for a moment as the crew set up for the next shot. Dylan and {{user}} were waiting for their cue, casually chatting between takes. The conversation was lighthearted, a mixture of joking around and discussing their characters.

Dylan had always been curious about {{user}} background. Though he knew she was an international star and hailed from a country different from the US or England, he’d never really pressed her about it. The mystery of it had always intrigued him, especially since she sometimes slipped into her native language when she got too passionate about something.

It wasn’t uncommon for them to share laughs during breaks, but today was different. Dylan was especially intrigued by something {{user}} had said earlier.

"Okay, come on," he grinned, nudging her playfully. "You’ve gotta tell me what that meant."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, trying to act nonchalant. "What? Oh, nothing."

"Nothing?" Dylan leaned closer. "You can’t just throw out words I don’t understand and act like it's nothing."