Page 12 of Between Takes
“Jesus, Mona. It’s just a work tool!” He stopped outside the make-up trailer. His smirk returned as I gripped my side, trying to put pressure on the stitch my mad dash after him had created. “Don’t make it into something it’s not.”
“I’m not!”
His brow quirked, and I took a firm grip on my squeaky voice.
“I’m not,” I repeated, my tone more even and serious. “I was raised right. It’s rude not to thank someone when they give you something or help you.”
His expression shut down. He stared at me with ice in his gaze. They hadn’t exactly been friendly before.
What the hell had I done now?
“Then don’t do me any favours ’cause you won’t be hearing those words from me.” Shaun took the metal steps into the make-up trailer two at a time, our conversation apparently finished.
“Well, I’m still grate—” The door slammed shut before I could get the words out.
We hadn’t exactly been getting on, but that was a definite backslide. I sat on the bottom step, frowning at the shiny white box and its glossy image of a tablet. Maybe he isn’t all that bad.
Instead of worrying about the changeable idiot, I powered up the tablet and focused on crosschecking my notes from a meeting with the producers. It had been preloaded with most of Shaun’s appointments. I could immediately see that a good chunk of them were missing, and set to work programming it while make-up transformed him.
The door creaked open fifteen minutes later. A sigh sounded behind me.
“You could have gone back to the trailer.”
I forced myself to stand. My butt was numb and I could barely feel my fingers. It might have been June, but the mornings could still be pretty chilly.
“I’m alright here,” I said, my voice light and a sunny smile plastered across my face.
Shaun rolled his eyes. The man really didn’t like people being happy. Duly noted, I amped up the cheer while I checked the time on my tablet.
“We should get you to wardrobe.”
Thankfully, their trailer was only a couple doors down because if I had to shuffle Shaun across the site, we would definitely be late to set.
I skipped off down the wide path, nodding my head as people shouted good morning. Their smiles dried up as they spotted Shaun trailing after me, but I refused to let it dent my charade.
“Are you going to do that all day?” Shaun grumbled as we stopped outside the wardrobe trailer.
“What? Be happy?”
“No.” He frowned, crossing his arms. “Yes. It’s annoying.”
“Then yes.”
“Why?”
“Because it annoys you.” I grinned wider, enjoying the flash of disbelief I could read in his eyes.
“I just got home, Shaun.”
The “what the hell do you want now” remained unspoken. I was still on a cheery kick. He’d stomped off growling so many times throughout the day that it had become a bit of a game, one I’d enjoyed far too much.
“I forgot my boxing gloves at the trailer. I need you to bring them to me.”
I sighed. My bed was so close. It was only 5PM, but I’d been up since 2AM. Unlike my robot of a boss, some of us needed a full eight hours of sleep to function.
“Can’t it wait until tomorrow? We’ll be back in less than eleven hours.”
“No. I need them now,” he barked before the line went dead.
