Falter

Chapter 19 - career goals

ELIZA

I was silently sitting on my bed on my trailer, reading my scripts and casually checking my email for anything Kelsey has updated. She drove to Savannah to visit her grandparents after we signed the papers and after she gave me an earful of actually everything. We finished immediately and the director already gave us cast sheets without call time and schedules. I check them one by one. I haven't worked with so much paper like these before, like I only got scheduling in a minor manner before but not like this. Everything is time-stamped. I like it. I like organized things.

I opened my luggage and picked out one of my white tank tops, cotton shorts and panties. I feel so sticky since arriving in Atlanta. It's true what they said about this place. It's hot but it's good heat. Like the weather, it's so good to dip in water. And I heard there are so many streams to visit in Atlanta, just like back home. I feel comfortable already but I still feel nervous about what will happen on the first day of filming. The sexy scenes, all the scenes, everything. I don't want to feel pressured but I think it's getting into me. Really, I need a shower.

Fresh from the shower and reading my script, a knock came in the door. I tried to sleep but I couldn't. I feel so giddy about all of this new project starting.

"Coming!" I shout from the bed. The trailer is nice. It has amenities that I will ever need. I can also watch TV from here. These are all new to me. I feel every little thing is precious and I can't help but smile.

I stood up from bed, raked my fingers on my still damp hair and walked towards the door. I slightly open the door to peek on who's outside.

"Burgers?" Hunter is there standing, with his hair tousled from I don't know where. He wears his signature look as usual. White t-shirt, black cap and black sweatpants. He looks so good in it. Not like his hair on photo shoots. His hair looks always put together every time I see him on a magazine or just the runway. I guess that's how the models should look.

"Hunter, what are you doing here?" I rolled my eyes and opened my door, stepped on the entrance and held my hands on my hips. I didn't realize I'm literally on my house clothes and it's quite revealing. I tried to shield my body from him but he just smirked.

The bastard...

Well, I'm here to offer you burgers." He dangles an In-N-Out bag in front of my face like it's gonna make me change my mind.

"That's not a good idea. I need to focus." I said, still not welcoming him inside my trailer. Well his trailer's just next door, I don't get why he would come over to mine.

"Are you saying you can't focus around me?" his eyes turn into slits, obviously mocking me.

"Hunter..." I whine.

"Just one burger? Please?" he gave me those puppy eyes and I'm suddenly weak. I can't seem to say "No" to this douchebag.

"Fine. Come on in..." I stepped away from the door and let him come in. He immediately slumped on the black leather couch and placed the white paper bag on the side table.

"Wow, you've been studying." he eyed the papers on my bed and grabbed a burger from the bag and some fries.

"Are you even hungry? You've ordered a lot." I grabbed and looked inside the bag. He ordered two cheeseburgers and a boatload of cheese fries.

"I'm stressed..." he tried to say while his mouth was full. He looked funny with cheese dripping at the side of his mouth, then he licked it. I chuckled lightly and shook my head.

"I told you you're gonna like American burgers. Now look at you."

"I still love my roast bap. Do not judge me." he says between chewing.