Worth | t.s x oc

Prologue

"Piccoli!"

Cosima jolted, straightening up, hastily wiping drool from her lip. "Huh? Wh-" She flushed, seeing a group of eyes on her. She smiled politely at the producer.

The producer crossed his arms. "Late night, huh?" Cosima sighed with a single nod.

"Sorry." The man took the apology and continued with his photoshoot. Cosima leaned back in her rolly chair with a squeak. Her coworker leaned over.

"What's with you this month?" He asked, brow quirked. "You're usually bouncing off the walls," Andrew continued.

Cosima ran a hand down her face. "Sorry," She sighed, looking at the man.

Andrew Santiago was an actor, just like Cosima, but a more experienced one. They met when Cosima was merely a model for two years by then.

They hit it off immediately, not in a romantic way, just as friends. Somehow, they got chosen to be a pair of friends in a movie that was a hit when published. Now, they were at a photo shoot to promote it a little more.

"You know what." Cosima sighed, fidgeting with her harvest-blonde shoulder-length hair. Andrew hummed in acknowledgment, leaning back in his chair with a squeak, focusing back on the producer's rambling. Cosima's gaze shifted to the man as well but zoned out in the process.

Her partner of three years broke it off just two months before their fourth anniversary. It wasn't either of their faults. They had just drifted apart because they both got so busy. Cosima had changed positively and improved at many things, including modeling, confidence, acting, money...

Yasima? She had changed negatively and locked herself up.

Cosima emitted a yawn and jolted when her name found her ears again. "Cosima!" She was staring right at the producer and hadn't registered his yelling. "Come on!"

Cosima's eyes widened. "Oh, yeah!" Cosima jumped to her feet, her rolly chair hitting the wall directly behind. Andrew caught it a second too late.

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During the shoot, many photographers and the director got distracted, eyes turned towards the big-screen TV in the corner. Cosima peeked over Andrew's shoulder with a brow quirked. Then she beamed.

Live, on the news, was the red and yellow suit almost everyone knew. Cosima grabbed the stool nearby and sat down, peering at the scene with grinning honey-brown eyes.

She just had a tiny liking for the suited man. He seemed cool and funny, from some of the interviews he had been in. Snarky, almost. Could she add hot? Yes, because he was a playboy.. Not that she thinks he's hot.

Cosima could feel Andrew eyeing her before he cleared his throat. "I never really liked him.. Just.. Don't do something stupid if you ever meet him, okay?" Cosima tilted her head.

"If I meet him?" Cosima scoffs with a laugh. "You think too highly of me. Andrew rolls his eyes.

"But if you do." He huffs. "He's not a... Good guy." His hand falls upon her shoulder, and Cosima eyes him.

He's acting weird.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Jealous." Cosima shoos his hand away, and Andrew grimaces at her accusation.

Yeah. He is acting weird.