For the first time in almost three months of filming, Rome walked onto the sound stage with a smile on his face. Granted, he was a good two hours late, but that was actually early compared to his recent schedule. He had been coming in anywhere from three to four hours late. He knew it was driving the director, Jeannie, insane, but for the most part, he hadn’t made them wait on him. Every day except for two or three they hadn’t been ready to start filming when he walked in because there was some sort of issue with that stupid ass robot, and he’d ended up waiting anyway.
Seeing him sauntering across the open space toward where the cameras were set for the day, Jeannie crossed her arms and shook her head. “Well, if it isn’t our wayward star. Coming in a little early today, aren’t you? It’s only ten, and you weren’t supposed to be here until eight.”
