The Girl With The Nasa Bomber Jacket

February 2017 - Pinewood Atlanta Studios

Tom took off his coat and shivered. Why was it always so chilly on set?! He joined Chris and RDJ and waited for Anthony Russo to announce that the cameras were rolling. It felt weird to stand beside those guys wearing what looked like odd pyjamas. He already felt so small next to Chris Pratt... Definitely not helping him to look manly!

Some girl from the staff rushed to them. She looked familiar with her smart green eyes and her hair color somewhere between dark blond and ginger. She was lovely enough for him to remember her face! But Tom couldn't remember where he'd seen her. He didn't thought it was on this set or on Spiderman but then where...?

She handed Chris a prop pistol.

─ I'm good honey, Chris said, waving his own pistol

─ Sorry, props said you have to use this one, she said with a lovely irish accent, taking back the one he currently had in hand.

She took a look at him, checked something on her pad and nodded. She then turned to RDJ.

─ Don't bother, he said to her, I'm always perfect.

─ Right you are, she smiled.

She finally met Tom's eyes, still smiling. Damn, she had a pretty smile! Her gaze got back and forth between him and the pad and she twitched her nose.

─ Sorry, she said, I just need to...

She lifted up her hand and to Tom's surprise she ran it in his hair.

─ Shit, she cursed, fumbling with his curls, I'm making this worse.

She gave Tom an apologetic smile and turned over to call for the hairdresser.

Tom watched the two women banter about his haircut - "I did the same yesterday." "Yeah, well, yesterday I wasn't on this set. I am today. He needs to look like that. See? No side parting." "Okay, okay" - He was still trying to figure out where he'd saw her before. He decided the best way was to ask her and so did he, while having his hair done properly.

─ Have I ever met you before?

She looked up from her pad and smiled shyly. He saw the hairdresser rolling her eyes from the corner of his sight. Yeah, well...

─ Woooh Tommy, said Chris, laughing, that was smooth!

─ Shut up, I really mean it!

─ We did actually, she replied. On the Pilgrimage shooting, two years ago.

─ See! I knew it, he exclaimed.

She chuckled and everybody else laughed.

And recollection hit him. She was that assistant, trainee or whatever with the NASA bomber jacket that was always following Brendan Muldowney. Fuck, what was her name again?!

The hairstylist was done and they were both clearing the set.

─ Should we grab some coffee later, Tom asked before she was too far away. You know, to catch up.

─ Sure, she smiled.

Robert patted him on the back and smirked:

─ Smooth, indeed.

─ Okay guys, shouted the director, let's get started!

As the lunch break started, Tom seeked for the girl with the NASA jacket. He found her chatting with some guys from the staff near the trailer they used as cantina. None of them seemed to particularly try to hit on her, but he still felt some kind of cocky competition spirit that made him puff his chest. Then he remembered he was wearing that stupid mocap suit...