Dave X Reader- Just work

Chapter 7-Lunch

Making your way into the small canteen, you notice something a little, well, off. Namely, the canteen was too small for the large amount of cast and crew to fit into. As a result of this, the whole place was absolutely packed with people, with hardly room to move. On top of this, the canteen looked both filthy and old, and very out of place in the Hollywood studio. And the smell. Oh, the smell. You couldn't exactly put your finger on it, but it stank like all heck, and you hated it deeply. You were even beginning to feel a little nauseated at the smell, as it hung in the air. You decided that you needed to get out of there as quickly as possible, but your stomach still growled from a lack of food. Picking between the two, you knew what you had to choose, as if you didn't, you know you could be seriously ill.
.........
Food.
You wait silently in between the louder actors, attempting to block your ears, al be it unsuccessfully. Eventually, through the heat, and stench, you finally get to the food. There's not much left, but you manage to take a fairly nice looking plate of (favourite food) out, and evacuate the canteen. It was hard looking for a good place to sit. Sitting in the canteen would be too risky, because of the smell and heat, the set was forbidden from all food, and the changing rooms were too. After scouting around for a good twenty minutes or so, you manage to find a empty little block of seats, next to a large window overlooking the streets.
You sit carefully and begin to eat your (favourite food). You try to eat it slowly, but end up chugging the whole plateful down. It seems that (favourite food) is too good to resist. You are about to get up, when you feel a small presence next to you.
Who else, other than that charming strider?
He grins at you, and you find yourself grinning back. "Hey, (Y/N), great filming. You've really got a talent for this type of filming."
You feel your smile only widen. It's most people's dream to be complimented like this by their idol, and Dave is flooding you with them.
"I'd have to say the same for you, Strider," You say, taking a new tone to your voice. "Then again, I suppose you're at the top of Hollywood for a reason!"
It's his turn to smile more now.
"Ay, thanks."
He begins to tuck into his plate, a thin looking steak with some French-styled fries. He offers one out to you, but you decline. It's a little awkward for a while, as he eats In silence, and you don't know what to say.
As soon as Dave finishes, he wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
"Hey, (Y/N), do you think tomorrow before work we could maybe-"
"FILMING IN FIIIIVE!"
You mentally facepalm at the inconvenience of the Director.
Dave shrugs it off, and holds a hand out to you.
Your cheeks redden, but you take it, nevertheless.
Together, you walk onto the set, ready for the next part of Filming.