This Thing We Call Love

After we finish shooting, Andy immediately pulls out his pack of cigarettes that has ‘BIERSACK’ printed across the box in all caps with a king crown dotting the ‘i’.
He has his own brand of cigarettes? Why have I never seen them before? Then again I never really paid much attention to cigarettes and their different brands.
I watch as he pulls one out of the pack before placing the box back into his pocket again. The tip of his tongue peeks out, swiping over his pink lips slowly, before he places the cigarette between them.
“Andy, no smoking in here, man,” One of the crew guys says before walking off with some lights, leaving Andy and I alone on this floor.
He rolls his eyes behind the guy’s back and lights it anyway. Immediately the room fills with the smell of tobacco.
I’m about to leave before the toxic air fills my lungs and has me coughing like a mess, but Andy speaks up.
“You could have done better earlier.”
We’d finished the scene together, and I’d also done a scene with Jake’s character, and another with a few other people. The whole time during shooting, I could feel Andy’s eyes on my back, watching me, but I refused to glance at him to see.
I sigh heavily, “That’s your opinion.”
“So you settle for mediocre?”
I take a deep breathe before slowly, calmly letting it back out. “No, I do not,” I clench my fists, “You’re just trying to get on my nerves.”
“Trying?” He smirks, blowing out some smoke through his lips which he brings briefly between his teeth, drawing all the more attention to his mouth area.
“Oh, that’s right,” I look back up at his blue eyes, “You don’t try, do you? You just get everything handed to you.”
He chuckles, “Please, Charlie. Stop talking about things you don’t know shit about.”
I bite my tongue. I don’t want to bicker with him. I don’t want to bicker with anyone. So I do the smart thing and walk away, but he follows after me, blowing out smoke that fills my nostrils.
I stop and turn around to look at him, exasperated. “Why are you following me?”
“We were having a conversation. It would be rude to just abandon it without saying goodbye,” He says in a duh tone.
“Oh, well, where are my manners?” I say while smiling at him, before letting my face fall flat and putting on a bored expression, “Goodbye.”
I turn and walk towards the exit again, but he continues to follow me.
“Sarcastic,” He says, a smirk on his lips.
I ignore him and continue to walk.
“Do you think you’ll manage your more emotional scenes?” He speaks up after a moment.
I sigh as I stop to turn around to face him again.
“I’m pretty sure I will.”
“Prettysure,” He chuckles, “Doesn’t sound convincing...”
Shut up.
“Just let me help you out. Doing this now will save time in the future. You have no idea how irritating it is when I know my lines perfectly and someone else is iffy with theirs. It pisses me off.”
“Well if I don’t do it to your standards, you’d be pissed off at me anyway.”
He smirks at that, “Not as pissed off… I’ll be helping you. I’d be pissed off if you denied my offer and performed terribly, now that would piss me off.”
I take a deep breath. I don’t have time for this. He’s exhausting me, and I still have a few scenes later that I have to do.
“Fine,” I say.
His brows raise. “Fantastic,” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, “I’m looking forward to seeing you then, Miss Williams.”
I blink at him. Oh, so he knows my last name that I never told him, yet he struggled with my first name?!
He nods before walking off, but I grab his bicep and his head snaps back immediately. He looks at me in a what the fuck do you think you’re doing? kind of way, so I let go.
“I don’t have your number,” I point out.
He narrows his gaze at me, “That careless? Or forgetful? I gave you my card this morning.”
“Yeah, I know,” I smile slightly just to piss him off, “I threw it in the bin.”
He closes his eyes, smoke being blown out of his nostrils, before he reaches in his jeans pocket and hands me another card.
“Don’t lose this one.”
“I won’t,” I shrug with a smirk.
He rolls his eyes, “I’ll see you tomorrow then, after work. I’ll give you a lift.”
“Okay,” I say, turning my back on him and walking away.

Notes

Okay, so I'm trying to update as much as I can before I go on vacation in seven days, because when I leave I don't know how often I'll be able to write.