A Simple Favor

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Y/N POV

The morning was a blur. All I could think about was last night. Was it real? Was I just dreaming? If I was, I'd have to thank my brain for being so nice for the first time ever. 

I knew it hadn't been a dream though. My not-a-date-but-totally-felt-like-a-date with Blake had been real. 

I'd get to see her again today, which I was really looking forward too.

When I arrived at our conference room, most of the cast was already there, sitting in their seats. And guess who was sitting in the same seat as yesterday with an empty one next to her?

Blake Livley.

As soon as I walked in, everyone looked at me, saying good morning and greeting me. I smiled at them and told them good morning. I could feel a certain pair of blue eyes burning a whole in my face. 

I couldn't fight the urge to look at her anymore and caved, my gaze meeting hers. Her eyes lit up when she smiled. Without even thinking, I smiled back at her, finding her joy infectious. 

I walked over to her side of the table to the empty seat. 

"This seat taken?" I joked.

She chuckled, shaking her head and rustling her gorgeous blonde hair in the process. 

"Reserved just for you."

Her words caused a blush to emerge on my cheeks.

I smiled shyly at her, pulling out the chair and sitting down. I had chosen not to bring my purse today because I didn't feel like hauling around a bag of shit.

"So, I was thinking maybe we could spend more time together to....rehears and memorize our lines?" Was I imagining Blake's nervousness?

I couldn't really tell, but either way, I was ecstatic at the though of spending more time with her. 

"S-sure. I'd like that." I said, not able to meet her intense eyes. 

"Cool, we can plan once this is done." She replied, just before Paul started the meeting.

He told us the plan for today, asked if we had any questions, and then lead all of us to a large room on the same floor which was filled with little dressing rooms and racks of clothes and shoes. 

There were five people in the room, each with a little belt apron thingy full of measuring tapes, note pads, pens, thread, and a bunch of other tools used by stylists. 

The women smiled at all of us as we filed in. "Guys, this is our head of costumes, Mary." Paul said, introducing us to a tall, middle aged woman with dark skin. I had to admit, she was really pretty, and her smile was so warm.

The woman waved at us and said hello.

Paul introduced us to her assistants, David, Aubrey, Jamie, and Trina. They were all so nice and welcoming to us.

Mary gave us the break down of how this would all work, explain to the group that a stylist would take our measurements and talk about ideas for clothing. She said that a of this moment, nothing is finalized because she and Paul think that'd it'd be wise to choose our final outfits after we have done a few more read through, and worked on our characters.

It took way less time than I thought which was nice. The faster this was, the more time I'd have to spend with Blake.

When I had spoken with Mary about what my costumes would probably look like, I had to resist the urge to laugh. They were outfits I'd NEVER wear. But, I was honestly really excited about playing this character, ugly clothes and all. 

I was interested to see what Blake's costumes would look like. Regardless of what they gave her, I knew she'd pull it off. She literally looked hot in everything. It wasn't fair.

But it also totally was because I had the privilege to look at her in person.

By the time everything had finished, it was lunch time. I was dying of starvation. As we walked out of the costume room and back into the hallway, Blake fell into step next to me.

"Hey." She smiled at me.

"Hey." I replied, smiling at her.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to go get lunch? We can talk about our scenes and all that and maybe plan some time for us to practice together?"

I loved that idea, but tried to play down my excitement so I didn't freak out Blake.

"Definitely! I'm starved." Blake chuckled at my words and agreed. "Well what would you like to eat?"

I shrugged, not really caring. I had never been a picky eater and was always up for anything. 

"Whatever you want, I'm always up for anything."

Blake thought for a moment as we reached the elevator. 

"I know this really good Italian place in Hollywood! We could try that?" 

"Okay! Text me the address." She nodded, pulling out her phone. 

"Meet you there." I said, smiling at her before walking to my car.

"Race you!" She called, walked in the opposite direction of the parking garage to her own vehicle. 

I looked at her over my shoulder just in time to see her throw me a cheeky grin. I just laughed, shaking my head slightly. 

"You're on." I said to myself, jumping into my car.