The Future

Lunch

Someone asked very nicely so extra update and no more until next Thursday!!!!

I scanned the list, nodding slowly as I read all the supplies that would be supplied for me. "That should cover everything," I said, looking at David.
"Perfect," he replied, taking the list as I held it out. "We're borrowing them for the Pilot, through a friend of mine. But if we get signed on, then we can buy all of this and more for you."

"I shouldn't need much else if we get signed on," I told him. "It just depends on how the season goes."

"We can discuss that once it's all written," David agreed.

"Mitch!"

I turned, smiling as Kirstin approached us. Waving to David as he moved away, I focused on the actress. "Kirstin, how's the costume coming?"

"Great," She said, sitting with me.
"Bonnie just wanted to talk with Scott and I once he was done."

"That's wonderful," I replied. "You two are in most scenes together so it only makes sense."

"Exactly," She agreed. "So Scott said he's really excited to work with you."
I tried not to blush as I looked down at my sketchbook, flipping to Kirstin's page. "Well, I'm excited to work with him as well," I replied. "And I am also excited to work with you."

Kirstin smiled, leaning forward. "So, what exactly do you want to talk about?"

"Samantha Winchester," I stated. "What kind of woman is she?"

Kirstin looked up at the ceiling, letting out a soft breath. "Samantha is...softer than Dean...she prefers normal activities more, research over bars...and she just...she's really focused on getting revenge for Jensen."

I sketched over the paper as she spoke, drawing my vision for Samantha Winchester. And frankly, it wasn't much different from Kirstin's style now.

Kirstin continued as my pencil flew over the paper. "She cares about Dean, and respects him more than her father. She can be kind, and soft, but has a very dark side."

Smiling, I turned the sketchbook to her, watching her eyes study the picture. "But...nothing's...different," she stated, confused as she looked up at me.

I laughed, shaking my head. "No, it is," I assured her. "I just want to shape it slightly, a trim really."

Kirstin laughing, grinned widely. "Awesome!" She cried, looking up at me. "I have to say, Mitch, I'm really excited to get to know you."

I smiled, closing the sketchbook. "I'm really excited to get to know you too, Kirstin."

-/::\-

I grabbed my phone, answering the call instantly. "This is Mitchell."

"It better be!"

I smiled instantly, looking up from the paperwork surrounding me in the hotel room. "Kevin!"

"Hey, girl!" He cried. "How's everything going?"

"Busy," I replied, leaning back in the chair. "I've been running around all day."

"The life of a working man," He said dramatically, making me laugh.

"You can tell me," I agreed. "I'm already busy for the rest of the week."

"When does filming start?"

"Thursday," I told him. "And it should go for a week."

"Wow."

"Yeah, we have a lot of different places to film, and while it's one episode, we want it to be...involved," I explained.
"I really really hope it gets signed on," Kevin stated. "I want to see your work in action!"

I laughed again. "I cut your hair, Kev. You are a piece of my work in action."

"Oh you know what I meant," He replied, making me giggle. "So how is the cast?"

"Great!" I cried, my grin growing, if that was possible. "Everyone is really nice, and I'm actually having lunch with one of the main stars tomorrow."

"OOHH, what's his name?"

I rolled my eyes. "Scott Hoying."
I stayed silent as I heard a keyboard. "Oh my gosh!"

I sighed, knowing what was coming next.

"Mitch, he is gorgeous! Oh, I am so proud!"

"It's just lunch, Kev," I said, rolling my eyes.

"No, it's so a date."

"I don't think so," I replied.

"Well you're wrong then!" He cried. "You better call me tomorrow with the details."

I opened my mouth, but he continued. "No, wait, scratch that. I'll call you. Otherwise you'll forget."

"Would not."

"Will too," He rebutted. "Not that I blame you, a busy life can lead to forgetting far away friends."

"I would never forget you," I stated. "Ever."

"Aww, I love you too, Mitch."

-/::\-

I stepped out of the cab, looking up at the sub shop. It was cute, small, probably a Mom and Pop place, which only made me love it more.

"Mitch!"

I looked to my right, smiling as I saw Scott moving towards me. "Scott!" I cried, smiling as my cab pulled away.

"Well, looks like we're both early," he commented.

I laughed, shrugging. "I wanted to get us a good table."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I did too." I bit my lip, moving with him inside the sub shop, finding a table and grabbing a menu. It didn't take long for us both to order, once the waitress came around.

So, as we sat waiting for our sandwiches, Scott turned to me. "So, what made you get into all this?"

I smirked, leaning forward. "The show, or hair and makeup?"

"Both," Scott replied, smirking again.
I giggled softly, looking at the table. "Hair and makeup...comes natural, I guess." I looked back at him, shrugging. "It's always come..naturally, I guess. It feels right."

Scott's smile turned soft, and he just listened to me.

"I met Avi when I first graduated college. He was wary of my skill at first, but after that first appointment...he told me he would never come to anyone else."

"How many years ago was that?" he questioned.

Sighing, I racked my brain.
"Four...maybe five years ago," I answered. "We've talked about almost everything, and he's a good friend." Observing his smile, I rested my elbows on the table, resting my chin in my hands as I looked at him. "What about you? How did you get into acting, Scott?"

The man chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck."Oh, it was so long ago," he told me, before launching into the story. As I listened closely, I realized that I wanted to ask him all about his life, know everything about him.

The sparkle in his eye as he spoke was mesmerizing, the smile on his lips, amazing. After a few moments, shock ran over his face. "Oh god, I'm not giving you room to talk at all."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Scott, it's fine. I really don't mind."

He laughed, his smile growing. "Well I do," he replied. "I want to know more about you, Mitch."

"What else do you want to know?" I asked, just as the waitress came back, two plates in her hands.

"Here you go," she said, setting them down in front of us. "Enjoy!"