Ewan's fingers tapped against the wheel, street lamps passing by in his peripheral vision as quiet metal rang through from the car radio.

Phia had gotten an amazing idea (at least, in her opinion) of hosting a small get-together in the middle of filming the second season for HBO's House of the Dragon. People were feeling the pressure of the first season's success, and the scenes were more demanding—riding dragons, swords fights, and whatnot.

Ewan's not sure why he accepted. It was the polite thing to do, sure, but he could've used the excuse of exhaustion not to attend. It would be noisy, and knowing Phia, not a "small get-together" at all. There would probably be drinks and stupid games, yet Ewan still found himself driving towards his costar's place.

Maybe it was because you would attend.

You'd make the atmosphere better, he's sure, with your coy yet bubbly personality. You were easy to talk to, and you wouldn't get hammered like Tom or start hosting Truth or Dare like Olivia.

He sighed, parking the car behind someone else's in the driveway. The humming of the vehicle stopped, his surroundings falling quiet. Stepping out, he glanced around the cars parked. He couldn't see yours yet. Or maybe you had gotten a ride from someone else, he didn't know. He thought it would be weird to ask.

Before he would head inside the party, Ewan decided to take a quick smoke in hopes of resilience on getting through the evening. He leaned against his car and drew a breath.