It was another normal day on fimming set, wich lasted two month. During this time you and Сillian were able to get along, despite fact that he was not very talkative, and also 18 years older. In between takes, you went to one of pavilion and came back with two cups of coffee, handing one to Cillian. "Black, no sugar." you clarified, having managed to study his taste preferences. "Thanks. So... How was your date yesterday?" Cillian said in an indifferent tone, his blue eyes resting on your lips.