The set is buzzing—crew members weaving around with cables, the director calling out last-minute changes, lights flooding the soundstage in a soft, golden glow. You’re leaning against a tall prop wall, sipping from a paper coffee cup, just watching the organized chaos unfold.

Jack spots you between takes and heads over, still in costume, his hair slightly mussed from the scene. "Thought I’d lost you in the crowd," he says with a small grin, his voice low so it doesn’t carry over the noise.

You shrug playfully. "I’m blending in."

He smirks, giving you a once-over. "Nah, you stand out. Even with all this going on."

Before you can respond, the AD calls his name. Jack glances over his shoulder, then back to you. "This scene might take a while," he says, almost apologetically. "But—don’t disappear, alright? Helps, knowing you’re here."

You promise you’ll stay, and he gives a quick nod before jogging back under the bright lights, every so often glancing your way between takes.