Looking at my phone, I realize I need to get back to work. I grab an armful of red roses and look at Frank.
"Shall we?"
By the time we finish unloading all 1001 roses in front of the trailer, Will walks out and is ready to film. He's the spitting image of what he looked like yesterday down to the fake cuts and blood on his face. These shoes are hurting me so I lean against the trailer while I wait for him to come down. Will stands in front of me and braces an arm on the wall I'm leaning against. He stares at me. The silence feels awkward. Right as I work up the nerve to crack a joke, he breaks the silence.
"This is becoming a disturbance to our work, Astra."
"I'm sorry, Will. I'll talk to him."
"See that you do."
Hearing a click, I keep my head in the direction of Will but my eyes dart in the direction of the sound looking for a threat. There's an unfamiliar person with a camera taking our picture.
"Will, is there anyone on set that we didn't meet yesterday?" I whisper to him.
