Mine

1. He what now?

I would recommend the Graham Norton show to anybody purely based off the quality of their couches.

It's our five minute call when Sebastian Stan, my co-star and annoyingly close friend, shakes me out of my half-asleep daze.

"Hey, we're about to be called up. Ready?" He helps me to sit up, laughing at the state of my hair. No doubt it looks like a bird's nest. He motions for one of the crew to help me out, a petite makeup artist appearing out of nowhere and touching up my hair.

"Yeah, I'm excited I swear. I just wish I wasn't so tired." Sebastian and I rolled in from where we were shooting in the Democratic Republic of the Congo at about ten o'clock this morning. I have yet to recover from the long trip. Unfortunately, our interview was scheduled for tonight, and we stand to begin our course of promoting the movie for the foreseeable future. It'll still be a few hours before I can crawl into a bed.

"At least it's only an hour time difference, right?" Sebastian stands me up, instructing me to do some stretching.

"At least we finally have service. I haven't spoken to my family in three months, they probably think you killed me and left me there in the middle of the jungle."

One of the perks of our on location shooting was the fact that we only had a couple of satellite phones. No contact with the outside world for nearly three months. I grew way too attached to it, although the one downside was not getting to know how my family and friends were. A lot can happen in three months. I've been so rushed to get ready and get over here to the show that I've hardly had any time to even glance at my phone besides a cursory text to my group chat with my family letting them know that I'm still alive and back in civilization.

"Tempting, but too many witnesses." Sebastian winks at me, coming to attention when we're motioned over by one of the staff. Glancing at the TV in the waiting room I can see Graham Norton beginning to introduce us.

"Our next guests have just re-entered into civilization, so do excuse them if they're a little off. Please welcome the dashing Sebastian Stan and lovely Cara Richie!"

Sebastian motions for me to go first, and I jump out into the bright lights. Even though I've been on a few shows by now, it never gets old. Granted, I've only had one successful blockbuster. Maybe I won't feel the same once that number starts to climb.

I greet Graham before settling down on the couch beside Billie Eilish, the musical guest of the day. I've met Billie before, we actually became fast friends. I was invited to a music awards show (I found out that actors are often invited to them for some reason), and we decided to ditch the after party and settle for pizza and a movie instead.

"It's been so long since I've seen you, glad to know you're still alive." Billie mumbles.

"Barely," I whisper back. Sebastian sits down on the other side of me, waving to a few people in the audience. There are a group of girls near the front row that scream even louder when I look their way, and I smile at them. Sebastian sure does have an affect on people.

"Well, well. Glad to see you've made it. Didn't you two just fly in this morning?" Sebastian jumps in to answer. I appreciate him taking the lead, he definitely has a lot more experience than me.

"Sure did. I think you're trying to kill us, Graham." Graham gasps, every bit the entertaining host.

"Now, Cara," I smile at the man, hopefully masking my exhaustion. I'm a huge fan of him, and I want to leave a good impression. "This is your second major film. How are you feeling with all of the attention you've received? Because really, you came out of nowhere."