Filip Geljo. Great guy, good actor, nothing scandalous, to be honest.

He did a really good job as Ao'nung, James Cameron acknowledged that. He liked that all the young people on set were energetic and professional.

Filming had already wrapped, but the work wasn't over for all of you—yes, I said all of you; because you were also part of the cast, playing one of the human characters in the main group.

Interestingly, and thanks to the power of James's script, Ao'nung's character and your character would have to clash for half of the filming of Avatar: The Way of Water, which was contradictory, since Filip and you were good friends.

Maybe too good. Maybe he didn't see you as just a nice girl.

In fact, he was eagerly awaiting the moment. James wanted a lovers-enemies dynamic in his characters' development, and Filip, perhaps out of his own insecurity, took advantage of that to get closer to you.

Sometimes he'd say it was cowardly to interact with you like that, or he'd think it was just to look more professional.

One truth and one lie.

Filip sighed. Wearing the suits they used so the cameras could capture their movements, they were on a break, and you were chatting so cheerfully with the young actor who played Rotxo. He liked that about you; your cheerful nature, sometimes a little loud when you got excited, or when you laughed loudly, but it didn't bother him. He liked hearing you double over with laughter, especially since you were the funny one.

He smiled, calmly waiting for the break to end. When it did, he got nervous. His moment had arrived. James Cameron had made slight changes to the script, and now he would be the one to kiss you.

"This has to be a joke," Filip thought. Yes, he wanted to, but not like this. Not knowing that you would do it just because it was your job.

He shook his head and slipped into character, playing the arrogant but now redeemed Ao'nung. And you, so sweet and serene, doing your job, not noticing how his hands almost trembled as he cupped your cheek.

He sighed, leaning in slightly, but before he could go any further, he just stood there, hesitating. "I can't..." he whispered. From a distance, it looked like a kiss, but up close, it was just a prudent millimeter. You looked at him curiously; you'd never seen him hesitate in his performances in all the months you'd known him.

"...I can't, no." Filip whispered back, expecting a scolding from James, but apparently, he liked the impromptu scene.

He sighed in frustration, barely glancing into your eyes. You heard the command "Cut!" and then your curiosity became obvious. Filip moved as quickly as he could, keeping his distance for the rest of the day.

But no one can escape you.

Once in his dressing room, finally comfortable in his pajamas, lost in thought, he heard the door slam shut. He jumped, startled, and his nerves got the better of him when he saw you standing there with your arms crossed.

"Damn, could you knock?" Filip joked nervously, straightening his back. "What's up?" You pretended not to notice.

"Idiot" he thought to himself. He'd have to face you today, whether he liked it or not.