Page 7 of A Little Bit Extra

“Cut!” Ed yells. “Emmett, eyes toward the desk when you’re walking.”

Emmett nods quickly and apologizes. He glances at me for half a second, his eyes wide and his head tilted. Mocking me from last night.

I bite my lip to stifle a laugh.

They only need to run the scene one more time before it’s perfect and Ed is content.

Emmett walks over to us after the scene and smiles. It’s the kind of smile that is contagious, not quite reaching his eyes, but enough to cause me to need to catch my breath.

“Way to already suck on your first day on set,” Marcy says, not even looking at Emmett. She’s busy flipping through her clipboard and reading the schedule for the day.

“Yeah, Emmett, what Marcy said,” Ed chimes in.

I stay quiet.

“Hi, Cassie.” Emmett looks directly at me this time, not shying away from the fact that we have indeed met before.

Ed looks at Emmett with a cocked eyebrow. Emmett basically just admitted why he lost focus on set, and it wasn’t because he forgot his lines. To be fair, I wasn’t expecting to see him so soon, either.

I thought after leaving the diner last night, I would never see him again. And if I did, it would be on a TV screen when I’m on the couch watching him act in his latest movie. For whatever reason, the thought did not cross my mind that he would work out of the studio. It makes sense now, since Lucy told me there was a new movie being filmed, but when I saw Emmett last night, I couldn’t think about anything other than the way he was looking at me.

A while later after filming a few more scenes, Emmett walks off the set with Marcy and me. We’re heading back to the cafeteria for lunch.

“You want to join us?” Marcy asks. Emmett is walking to her left. I’m on her right.

He nods. “Yeah, I have a little bit of time.”

Instead of sitting next to Marcy, Emmett sits next to me, and they talk about what they did during their time off. Emmett stayed here in his apartment, preparing for the next role since he committed to doing back-to-back movies. “Pretty uneventful,” were his words. Marcy went to visit her family in southern California.

Emmett turns to me. “So, Cassie, didn’t expect to see me so soon, huh?” He smirks.

I know Marcy is staring, but I avoid looking at her. Instead, I continue to stare at my salad and put a forkful of lettuce in my mouth. I give him a side-eye glare, which he must find funny because he knocks my leg with his and releases a small chuckle.

After we finish our food, Marcy asks Emmett if he can give me a tour of the inside of his trailer, just in case I’m ever tasked with running any errands for any of the actors. She was going to show me with one of the empty trailers, but she needs to go meet Ed.

I tell Marcy I’ll come find her when I’m done. My heart races at the fact that I’ll be alone with Emmett. I take a deep breath and tell myself that he’s only being nice because it’s my first day, hoping that helps to calm the butterflies in my stomach.

“After you.” Emmett gestures to the inside of his trailer. He holds the door open as I pass by him and move inside.

It’s bigger than I expect.

Emmett walks past me and takes a few steps to the right. He shows me the living room, which has a single couch big enough to fit a few people on it. On the opposite wall, there is a mounted TV. Emmett mentions that his gaming system sees a lot of use when he has company over in the middle of the day.

He walks past me again, this time walking to the kitchen. He shows me where he keeps his snacks and such, although it can vary from trailer to trailer.

He points out the bathroom, and that’s pretty much everything. There isn’t much else to it. Just two rooms and a bathroom, enough to keep the actors content during the day.

Some actors live in hotel rooms, but Emmett tells me he has an apartment nearby that he’s owned for the past few years.

He looks at me. We’re standing in the kitchen, and I’m about ready to head out to find Marcy.

“Want to stay for a few minutes?” he asks.

I shouldn’t, but I nod. “Just a few minutes,” I say.

He smiles and gestures to the couch.

I don’t know what it is, but I’m nervous. My stomach feels like a swarm of butterflies has invaded and they keep fluttering from one side to the other.

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