Mikael blinked in surprise.
The secretary actually spoke to him. Either she was getting bolder or getting careless. Still, this opportunity shouldn't be wasted. They walked side by side behind the group. He wanted to test if she could pretend under pressure. The results should be interesting enough.
"It's almost sunset soon." He sighed, fighting the urge to touch his hair. They had used too much wax for his comfort. "If I don't get this right, I'll run out of daylight and film again on another day."
"I'm sure you'll be fine."
"Going to wish me luck?"
"Of course not." Eve scoffed.
A funny look painted over Mikael's face. His brows knitted together as he stared at nothing. Wasn't she supposed to be nice? So much for his efforts at small talk. Maybe she was trying to push him away?
Eve rolled her eyes.
She patted his upper back and said, "I wish you to break a leg."
