You rolled your eyes, sipping on your overpriced latte very loudly as you peeked through the blinds on one of the trailer’s windows. Fans were flooding the streets, all to get a fleeting glimpse of striking chocolate brown eyes and the cockiest smirk known to man.

Simon’s fame had spiked astronomically after his first appearance on the big screen, making him one of the most acclaimed actors who had just entered the Hollywood scene, with his fascinating looks, smugness, and that British accent that, even though it was hard to understand what he was saying at times, fans apparently loved how exotic it sounded, for some reason.

He was waving at the crowd as he climbed out of the car, holding some of the hands of the girls squealing and basically throwing themselves at him if it wasn’t for security keeping them at an appropriate distance. He was sporting his signature grin, oozing with confidence.

Oh, if only they knew.

“Took ya long enough.” You commented as Simon closed the door of the trailer behind himself, his shoulders going stiff as he heard the mild annoyance in your voice; you really didn’t enjoy waking up this early to do his makeup.

“I’m sorry, {{user}}-”

“Don’t care,” you cut him off. “Be good and sit on the chair.”

Around you, Simon was a completely different person. Cheeks red, puppy eyes looking down at you whenever you were around. Even though you were just his makeup artist, he feared you as if you were his superior officer. Only thing was: he was utterly smitten.

“Yes ma’am.” He simply said, head low as he took a seat in front of the vanity.