By the time Emily's first day off rolled around, she was ready to die. Don't get her wrong, working on a movie was a real eye opener. She was learning to thrive inside the chaos. That didn't mean the chaos wasn't exhausting.
She had never worked so many consecutive hours in her life, most of which were on her feet. The set was loud and ridiculously large. So much was happening at once. It was fascinating!
But she was tired and she missed Justin's face. And his hugs. And his sense of humor. His texts had been the fuel that kept her going when she was in her eleventh hour of work in a day.
Even though they were supposed to hang out at her house, Justin already sternly told her (as sternly as he was capable of anyway; he was the softest person she had ever met) that she wasn't allowed to enter the kitchen and he would take care of the food. So when he showed up with candy, chips, popcorn, and two large pizzas her affection for him grew.
