𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 | 𝓟𝓮𝓭𝓻𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓵 |

4

The day unfolded with a relentless barrage of tasks and demands, each moment amplifying the tension that crackled in the air between Pedro and me. His mere presence seemed to grate on my nerves like sandpaper on raw skin, and I made no effort to hide my disdain.

During a brief break in filming, I found myself at the craft services table, trying to steal a moment of respite with a cup of lukewarm coffee. Of course, fate had other plans as Pedro sauntered over, his easy grin already setting my teeth on edge.

"Hey there, Catherine. Enjoying the day?" Pedro's voice dripped with amusement, his eyes twinkling with a mischief that mirrored the storm brewing inside me.

I shot him a glare, my tone laced with thinly veiled hostility. "I'd enjoy it more if certain distractions were kept to a minimum."

Pedro's grin widened, undeterred by my obvious disdain. "Distractions? Oh, you mean my charming presence."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes at his self-assuredness. "Charm has its limits, Pedro. You're crossing them."

His laughter was like nails on a chalkboard, grating against my already frayed nerves. "Come on, Catherine. Loosen up a bit. It's not like the world will end if you crack a smile."

I clenched my jaw, my patience wearing thin. "I'm not here to play games, Pedro. I have a job to do."

Pedro leaned in closer, his playful demeanor only intensifying my irritation. "Oh, but what's life without a little fun? You should try it sometime."

I shot back sharply, my words dripping with sarcasm. "Fun? Right now, my idea of fun is getting through this day without your antics."

Pedro's grin turned into a smirk, his amusement palpable. "Feisty. I like it."

I narrowed my eyes, my frustration boiling over. "This isn't about what you like, Pedro. It's about professionalism."

Pedro's playful facade faltered for a moment, a flicker of seriousness crossing his features before he shrugged it off with practiced ease. "See you later, let's see if you are less unbearable in a few hours, although you look very cute like that."

I bite my cheeks inside, trying to shut up and avoid giving him any more attention, so that he will go away at once. Turning away, I focused on my coffee, willing the encounter to be over.

The day continued with strained interactions and forced collaboration, each scene feeling like a battleground where words were exchanged like daggers, hidden beneath polite facades and professional decorum.

As dusk settled over the set, signaling the end of another intense day of filming, I found myself gathering my belongings with a sense of relief mingled with exhaustion. But before I could leave, Pedro approached once again, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"Hey there sweet girl" Pedro's tone was casual, but his eyes betrayed a glimmer of amusement.

I shot him a pointed look, my voice clipped. "Leave me alone."

"I can see that the sweet girl isn't sweet". Pedro's smirk widened, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know, they say that opposites attract, we seem to be proving that theory."

"That theory certainly isn't working for me," I retorted, my nerves frayed.

Deciding that I needed a break from the brewing storm between us, I excused myself with a curt nod and headed towards the quieter end of the set. Away from Pedro's teasing presence, I took a moment to collect my thoughts and steel myself for the challenges that lay ahead. The clash between us was far from over, but for now, I needed a respite from the relentless tension that seemed to define our interactions.

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Hi there! I know this one is short, I'll update a new one later ;)