SPOTLIGHT (Colt Seavers) ✔︎

13 | Call Time

I opened my eyes to an incredibly delicious smell. "What is that?" I grumbled, sitting up in my bed. The door to my room was slightly ajar and the unmistakable smell of eggs and bacon wafted through the gap. "The fuck?"

I made my way into the living area, rubbing the sleep out of my tired eyes. I did a double take when my eyers landed on the man in my kitchen. "Colt?"

"Morning." Colt was standing at the stove, cooking eggs. I squinted my eyes in confusion, the events of last night suddenly returning to me. "Hungry?"

I nodded. "Starving." I watched Colt flip the eggs on the pan, the delectable smell hitting my nose. I sat down at one of the stools in front of the island, resting my elbows on the cold marble surface. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Really good, actually." He set the pan back down on the stove, turning to me and leaning against the counter. "Your couch is very comfortable." I nodded in agreement, scanning the bench, until my gaze fell on the coffee machine. Colt turned to see what I was looking at, his eyes lighting up. "How about that coffee you promised me?"

I chuckled, pushing myself up and walking over to the cupboard. I pulled out two glasses filling them with milk and ice. "Iced coffee, okay?" I asked, scooping the ground coffee into the porta-filter and inserting it into the machine. Colt nodded enthusiastically. "Iced coffee is superior to hot coffee, in my opinion."

"Oh, one-hundred percent," Colt agreed, plating the food as I strained the coffee into the glasses. "Especially here. It's way too hot."

I put straws into the coffees and placed them on the island, next to the steaming plates.  Colt sat down on the stool I had just occupied and I stood at the island, opposite form him. "Thanks for this Colt," I said, shoving bacon into my mouth. He chuckled, doing the same. "I can't remember the last time I ate before 6 A.M. I'm always way too tired to cook."

Colt chuckled. picking up the coffee and bringing it to his lips. I watched as he took a tentative sip, his lips pursed in thought for a few moments. Then, he took another—much larger—gulp, before placing it back down on the bench. "That," he said dramatically, pointing at the beverage in front of him. "Is the best coffee I have ever had."

"Wow," I said surprised, a small smile forming onto my face. "So, better than the coffee in the States, I take it?"

Colt nodded. "So much better."

We finished our breakfast in comfortable silence, the distant sound of the bustling city coming in through the open window. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. "Do you have any bags?"

"What?"

I nodded towards his outfit, which comprised of exactly what he had worn yesterday, minus the neon suit. "Did you have a suitcase?"

Colt glanced down at his outfit, cursing under his breath. "Shit..." He looked back up at me, an annoyed expression on his face. "I left it in Ryder's trailer."

I let out a sigh of contempt at Colt's predicament. "People are gonna notice that you're wearing the same clothes." Colt winked at me suggestively. "And if we show up together, they're probably going to assume..." I trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud, but Colt knew what I meant. An evil grin was spreading across his face. "You know..."

Colt chuckled, picking up our plates and carrying them over to the dishwasher. "You're worried everyone will think we fucked."

"You don't need to say it!" I exclaimed, smacking my forehead in frustration. "And yes, I am worried. I don't want them to think we... had sex."

"Why not?" I shot Colt an 'are you serious' look. "I'm handsome, remember?"

"Fuck you." I walked over to my bedroom door. "You are unbelievable."

"Unbelievably handsome."  I shot Colt a deadly glare, just before closing the door. He just met it with an innocent smile and a wink.

***

"Now, don't mention that you spent the night at my place," I instructed as we drove to the opera house. It was a relatively short journey, but Sydney traffic made it take twice as long as it should have done. "To anyone."

"Fine," Colt grumbled, looking out the window at the harbour. "I'll just tell them that I came over  and we fu—"

"—Colt, I'm serious." I turned to look at him. He was trying to suppress a chuckle, so I reached over and punched him in the shoulder. "I don't want anyone thinking my standards are so low that I would go for you."

"Ouch." Colt winced, but I had a feeling that it was more from my words than the punch. "Okay, fine."

"This is an important job for me, Colt." I turned into the car park. "You've already made a name for yourself in the industry. I haven't." We unbuckled our seatbelts and got out of the car, heading towards the iconic white sails of the opera house. "If I screw this up, no one is going to hire me and my career will be over."

We made our way over to where the crew was beginning to set up. "I think you'll make it."

"What?" I replied.

Colt just glanced at me as we neared the set. "You're really good at your job." I smiled bashfully. "I won't say anything, I promise."

"Thanks, Colt." We approached Dan and Nigel, who were talking in the director's tent. "Morning."

They both turned to look up at us, Dan's eyes immediately widening, a smirk growing on his face. "Nice outfit, Colt."

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A/N: Things are starting to happen ;) ;)

I honestly can't think of a question for today, so just... see you tomorrow!