At the rest area of the film set, Martin sat in a chair, watching other people's performances, while Silsa Ronan snuck over with a small digital camera and sat down next to him.
They could only speak after the director called cut.
Silsa took the camera and snapped a couple of photos of the set.
Martin asked, "Can you take pictures?"
"I talked to David, he's very nice, much easier to talk to than you," Silsa blurted out her true feelings before she could reel them back in, and decided to act as if nothing had happened, continuing, "David has allowed me to shoot as long as I don't disturb the crew's work, but the photos are not to be leaked."
Martin glanced at her, "God really isn't fair."
Silsa understood, "Being cute does get you preferential treatment, like Emma Watson."
"Stop, stop!" Martin, upon hearing this name, felt an abnormal scent waft past his nose, "Can we not bring up Miss Know-It-All?"
