A Coincidence||Fionn Whitehead

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Dotty was wrapped up in her coat with her knees to her chest, the hood up shielding her from the bite of the harsh, bitter wind. For the previous two hours no scene had been filmed, everything was being set up and discussed thus meaning the young woman was left doing her own thing. At that precise moments she was texting the mystery texter Fionn, her Fionn in other words not that she owned him but it defined him from Fionn Whitehead, the actor playing Tommy.

Fionn:
So what are you doing today? 😏

Dotty:
Sitting in the freezing cold wind doing nothing at the moment. You? ❄️❄️🌬

Fionn:
Just making some bread, all different kinds.🍞🥖🥨🥪

Dotty:
Ooh, what kinds?

Meanwhile, back on the beach the rest of the cast were doing their own boys. Fionn messaging his Dotty, the girl in his texts. He was puzzled on what to reply with when she asked about different kinds of bread. He normally went to the supermarket and bought the plain white bread made by Kingsmill, not knowing that there was many different types other than brown and white. He turned to Harry with a questioning look, showing him the text that he had received. "Try seeded, bloomer and split tin. I know them from back in my bakery days, they seemed to be quite popular."

Fionn thanked him and typed his reply waiting for the girl to type on back. "Cheers mate." He said to Harry.

"Don't mention it. So, this Dotty from you texts, do you know what she looks like? Brown hair? Blonde? Ginger? Blue eyes? Or grey? Of green or brown or hazel? Anything?"

He shook his head. "Nah. We don't really talk about personal things much. Thank God, I don't feel comfortable sharing everything with a random stranger that I don't know who is on the other end. She knows my forename and that's it. Oh, and my age. Other personal information is top secret."

It was then that it all clicked for Harry. He didn't know why he was so dense and didn't realise it before. Both Dotty and Fionn were texting each other without realising it. It now made sense. Dotty's texter said he was a baker and Fionn lied to a girl called Dotty issuing that as his occupation. Harry wanted to burst out into a fit of laughter but chose not too, one because it would look as if he was a madman and two he didn't know what to do. Did he tell them? Did he keep it a secret? Maybe it was just a coincidence that both were texting people with the same names as them and same occupations, maybe they weren't texting each other? All these questioned clogged Harry's mind until he couldn't take it anymore and shrugged it off, putting it to the back of his mind for another time. He just hoped he wasn't reading into things wrong.

* * *

"Dotty, can you fix Tom's clothes please? They don't look right." Said Chris after a few takes. The girl nodded making sure her life jacket was fastened properly before climbing onto the edge of the boat she was on.

Gingerly, she raised her leg and stretched out until she was touching the Moonstone where Tom was stood with his hand out to assist her climbing across. Linking her fingers with his, Tom helped Dotty into the boat so that she could fix his costume, Barry giggling at him. "Tom's costume is messed up." He laughed and Dotty caught the Irish lad's eye. She raised her first to her mouth and blew on it. Smirking, at Barry as he sat down with his head in his knees, she turned back to Tom who grinned smugly and proudly.

"Your first victim. Well done, you." He smiled as she adjusted his jumper slightly. She smiled widely and bent down tugging at the bottom of his trousers which had caught in his socks, the black ones he had to change into because his Spongebob ones would not be right for the movie. "You know you could have told me what I needed to sort out, save you doing it." Tom said as she re-tied his loose shoelaces.

"I know. But, it's my job. Appreciate it, it's like you're being pampered, kind of." Dotty replied standing up and fixing a piece of his hair that fell over his face. "At least I'm not being asked to do makeup, then you will have to object."

"I'll remember that." Tom nodded and helped her back up onto the side of the Moonstone. "Go careful, Dot. Can't have you falling in."

"That's what this is for." She tapped her life jacket and stepped onto the other boat, releasing Tom's hand. "But thanks."

The scene began again after Mike touched Barry's ear. Dotty watched for a few takes before returning to her messages with Fionn.

Fionn:
Split tin, bloomed and sesame seed.

Dotty:
Yum. Some of my favourites. I don't think I'd do well working in a bakery I would want to eat all of the bread.

Fionn:
What about the cakes? You can't go wrong with cakes?

Dotty:
I love cakes but nothing beats fresh bread. It's the beta thing since sliced bread <<okay wtf that's weird!

Fionn:
Just a bit. Fresh bread is great, I'd have to agree with you there. I don't suppose you get much of that on a film set.

Dotty:
Nope, just a lot of nuts most of the time. The hotel is where the fresh bread is at.

Fionn:
What kind of nuts?

Dotty:
Any really. Pistachio, peanuts, walnuts, salted, coconut, Brazil nuts and cashew nuts.

Fionn:
That's a wide variety that is. A bit shitty if you're allergic though.

Dotty:
Fortunately I am not. Though, I would kill for a nice box of chicken McNuggets right now. I will have to go get some another day when I can.

Fionn:
Nuts to nuggets. Very similar indeed.

Dotty:
Nuts will only get you so far! And I am craving nuggets right now. 🙃

Fionn:
Poor you, you'll have to go without. 🙃

Dotty:
Not nice.

Fionn:
Only joking. 😊

Dotty:
Sure you are.

Fionn:
I am. I promise.