"Sammy, you're my hero. Hands down. I admire how professional you're keeping it after what they said about you", Zack said while we were on our lunch break in the small kitchen and I just gave him a tired smile as a response. It was the second of three days of shooting. Their music was constantly cranking through the speakers in our office and I was growing tired of hearing Anthony Kiedis' awful singing voice.
In the hall, that guy with the crazy ass hair and pants put his arm around my shoulder and my stress level started raising again. "Hey Sammy, could you recommend us a good place for dinner around here?", he asked. I cringed when he called me Sammy. He was not supposed to call me Sammy. Hell no.
I tried to be nice though and told them to try out Mario's Pizza because it was by far the best around here, hands down. Mario was Italian and damn, could he cook. Not only pizza, but the pasta was delish aswell. My mouth was watering by only thinking about it.
"That sounds great actually. Well, will you come with us? You could show us where to go, recommend the best orders and get a free pizza, too", he said and smiled widely, showing his toothgap.
The corners of my mouth were twitching. I had to admit, he sounded nice. And free pizza? How could anyone say no to free pizza?
"Alright. You can come to my office when you're ready. I'll have to go and make some orders for the shoot tomorrow now. I share my office with Zack by the way. It's on the far left of the hall", I said and winded my body out of his arm.
I went back to the office and felt slightly bad. Could a guy like him really wrap me around his finger so fast? I should've stayed nasty to show them what huge dicks they were.
I told Zack about it and he started chuckling while typing into his computer. Zack actually was a camera man, too, but since there was no free spot right now, he was doing the order acceptance and recruitment in the house. In our spare time though, we would sometimes shoot short films together and he'd give me advice. He was a real friend and I loved him dearly.
We were both deep in work when there was a knock on the door. I checked my watch. Probably dinner time. Zack looked up from his screen and smiled. "That'd be your date. Please don't end up in a love fife-angle. That'd be way too complicated for me", he said and laughed. I put him off and rolled my eyes. "Not in a million years", I said and went to open the door.
It was toothgap. He smiled. "Are you ready?", he asked and I nodded. We went outside and I puffed because of the heat. I guided the guys two blocks further to Mario's and to a table. Everyone sat down and looked around. "This looks typically Italian with the red and white cloths and all. John's Italian actually", toothgap said and smiled. "Um.. John?", I asked and looked into the round.
That guy I wanted to avoid, raised his hand, pursed his lips and said "That'd be me." I nodded. "Yeah. Hi John. I didn't give you time to introduce yourselves. Right, I don't even know your names", I said and blushed.
"Yeah because you were ranting at us. That mood probably resulted from the feminist shirt you were wearing yesterday. Plain suits you better", John said and my jaw instantly dropped.
"What did you just say?", I angrily responded.
"Let's order. What can you suggest? My name's Flea by the way", toothgap said and interrupted that situation. I had to recover from that and saw John smirking at me as if he was saying he'd won the fight.
My cheeks were burning from anger and his dirty looks made it worse. I hid my face in the menu and mumbled the numbers of the orders I liked best.
"I'll have the 120. Ham and mushrooms is always a good choice", the one with the ponytail said. He was the singer. I knew his name from the articles my boss had shown me. Anthony Kiedis.
"I'm Anthony. You can call me Tony or Ant if you like", he said and smiled.
"Or Swan, Swanny, puffy cheeks", Flea said and grinned.
"Puffy cheeks? How?", Anthony said and knit his brows.
"Because of your cute puffy cheeks", Flea said and chuckled.
"I'm Chad", the one with the bandana said and smiled.
"More like Chadwick", Anthony said and the rest laughed.
"John's Greenie, Greenman, Johnny or sugar tits by the way", Flea said and blew a kiss in John's direction who had his head hidden behind the menu.
"Well alright. I don't have funny nicknames like that. But please don't call me Sammy. I hate that. It's Sam", I said.
"We'll find you a funny nickname, promise", Flea said.
John looked up from his menu and smirked. "Why not call her sugar tits?", he asked and looked back down, pointing on the menu. "I think I'll have number 103. Great recommendations, sugar tits", he added without leaving me room to curse at him for the name he had just given me. What was going on in his brain?
I saw Anthony and Flea looking at me with sorry eyes.
"Are you really such a mysogynist piece of shit that you make me believe you are?", I spat in John's direction and he grinned. "I'll let you find out if you really wanna know", he said. "I'll pass", I said, put the menu down and left the place. "You owe me a goddamn pizza, Flea", I called after him and walked down the street.
