[ ❛ ♛ .' OH OPHELIA! ❜ ─ TOM HOLLAND]

[ 18 / / ⟡ REAL LIFE

Stepping out of her new trailer, Ophelia almost ran smack into a young brunette. A smile curling on her pink lips, she gave him a quick once over.

"Holland." She humored, putting her phone in her back pocket of her jeans and adjusting her black leather jacket, having a pair of ankle boots and a grey shirt underneath for a bit of a cozy look. The male chuckled, responding in the same manner.

"Gustin." His hair was tousled slightly, and it was clear that he had unpacked into his trailer fairly quickly. The two had been quickly introduced before the script run through, but nothing more than a name exchange.

"So, what brings you to my humble trailer?" She said, shifting on her feet as she stuck her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to hang. You know, newby to newby, rookie to rookie?" He said, a toothy smile was added that made Ophelia's breathing hitch. Odd.

"Cue the sad violin music." A third voice added to the conversation, causing the two to turn in that direction. A familiar face sashayed over and slung her arm around Ophelia's shoulders. Sierra. "One, I'm a rookie-newby too, Timothy Netherlands, and two, we're already hanging out with the big boys."

"What?" Tom said, his eyebrows furrowing, slightly taken aback by the female's words.

"That was a little harsh Ce. Rain check Tom? We're heading into town with Renner and Chadwick." She said, jabbing her friend in the side making her jump to the side with a silent yelp. Ophelia lightly patted Tom's shoulder before walking past, seeing the two older men in the distance waiting for them. "We're just going into town for an hour or so, we'll talk later!" She called back to Tom as Sierra scurried over to her. And with that, they disappeared from Tom's sight.

The group of actors had made their way around, checking out stores here and there and watching some street performers that were on the sidewalks. They were, thankfully, not recognized by many, but for those that spotted them, they took quick pictures before heading off to enjoy the rest of their day.

"So Jeremy, what's it like filming with this cast?" The brunette asked the older man, her hands tucked in her pockets. Ophelia also wondered the same thing as she kicked a small pebble.

"Hell." The man said before chuckling. "They're a lot." He added, ruffling up his short brown hair. He had been working with some of these people for almost ten years now. Way to make himself feel old.

"They're a lot of testosterone." Ophelia muttered, more to herself, but they all heard her, chuckling together. She had been mostly silent, observing and listening, looking in the windows of stores here and there and scoping out cool things. She felt a bit bad for blowing off Tom, she did plan to hang out with him another time, besides, why is she feeling bad? They would be on set together for the next six months. She had no reason to be feeling the way she was. But still, she continued to think about it.