Looking over my clients costar's appearance to make sure everything was cohesive, as Sean, the director had asked of me didn't take long. All I had to do was take up the waist of a wrap dress a little with a little thread.
They'd been filming the scene for about ten minutes now, Jacob had come in a few minutes after I finished up. He was currently standing beside me, Fran making sure we were together so she could talk to us whenever she could get a little break. He hadn't bothered me at all, intently watching his girlfriend phenomenally do what she'd did best. Jacob was also pretty impressive with his acting, his skills gave me goosebumps sometimes.
"Those straps better not pop out." I mutter to myself, not caring if he heard me or not. Those flimsy pieces of fabric had me teetering on the edge, luckily she didn't have to do much movement in this scene.
I was so laser focused on her shoulders, I hadn't notice him glancing over at me before speaking, "I want you to know that I wasn't being a creep earlier."
My eyes instantly met his that were already on me, figuring he was referring to when he watched me slide his girlfriends strap down her shoulder like a 'creep' as he put it himself. I hadn't thought much of it since my hands had been full since we left the trailer.
"Thank you, for clarifying that." I say sarcastically not really caring what the hell he was thinking, just wanting to focus on what was happening in front of us.
I would hate to be reprimanded by the Sean for talking while rolling. Being black in a room full of people that didn't look like you already had me sticking out like a sore thumb, all the more reason it felt important to prove myself and do my job perfectly.
"No, really, I'm not fucking with you, I was honestly just impressed." He revealed, still maintaining eye contact with me, gaze not deterring whatsoever, part of me wish he would direct his attention to someone else so I could make sure no malfunctions with the bra could happen. "I respect you and you're not exactly my type."
"Aw man, there goes my chances with my best friend's boyfriend." Sarcasm heavy on my tongue.
I wasn't at all offended by his words—I had no reason to feel that way, everyone was allowed to have a preference, Jacob was also Franny's fucking boyfriend meaning I gave no fucks about what he thought.
"Your dedication reflects in your work," he started, looking away and taking in every inch of Fran's body for a few seconds. I could see the thousands of thoughts running behind his eyes as he looked at her. "It was impressive that you noticed something so small that would matter once everything came together."
He was literally preaching my whole philosophy, the small mistakes mattered to me because in the end, for a woman like me in this industry, everything needed to be damn near perfect to be taken seriously. Especially with such a misconceived job that everybody thinks they can do.
I think I was mostly known for having the eye, but I'd never been personally commended for it without one of my clients being attached. "I really appreciate that, Jacob."
He nodded his head in response still looking forward as he continued to talk.
"I hope you know that I really do care about, Franny." He began to mumble, obviously struggling to express his feelings, "I'm sorry for talking to her like that, I'm trying to be a better person for her."
He was acknowledging his wrongs whilst also being the walking example of why you shouldn't be in a relationship if you weren't mentally ready—that shit took a toll on everyone. I really don't think I could bare to hear Fran sobbing over this guy yet again, so I was actually rooting for him this time, especially if he was trying. "Got it." I respond, hoping he was being for real this time."
