~ What If We could Rewrite the Stars ✨

Chapter 6

My heartbeat dropped, eyes stung, shoulders drooped. I didn't mean to disappoint him. How could I do this?

"Sorry." I kept my head lowered. I didn't want him to see my tearing eyes.

"It's not his fault. I shouldn't have engaged him in small talks during work hours. I am sorry." I heard Lucas say. I was touched. This was for the first time someone said sorry on my behalf. I guess I didn't make a bad choice by making him my friend. Not that I needed someone to say sorry for my mistakes. But this shows he is sincere enough in maintaining this friendship.

"Who are you?" Dylan's voice sounded harsh.

"We aren't introduced officially. I am the assistant director of this project. Lucas. Lucas Jenner."

"Dylan Evans."

"It's my pleasure to meet you. And I am really sorry for causing you inconvenience."

"Don't repeat the same mistake twice. " Dylan said.

I looked up at Dylan because that was kind of rude. His expression was unreadable. I don't know what's going on in his head.

I took out the little portable fan and handed him over.
"Mr. Evans, I will bring you lunch in a moment. Cool down first." I said and walked away.

Lunch menu :

Chicken breasts, brown rice, broccoli, kidney beans and fat-free milk.

His lunchbox was also packed from home. So my work was comparatively hassle free. I just had to deliver the lunchbox over to its rightful owner.

When I returned back to the rehearsal room, Dylan was sitting on the floor spreading his legs with the fan in his hands. I kept the lunchbox on the floor and opened it. Ah! The aroma! The chef worked wonders with the ingredients!! My stomach growled shamelessly.

I gulped down my embarrassment.

-"Mr. Evan's here is your lunch."
-"Dylan let's check with the script together."

I and Clara spoke at the same time. She came and sat down with him, their shoulders grazing. Dylan turned towards her and... smiled????????? Witch!!! I could feel my jealousy acting up. But no, I have to keep my calm.

"Errr. Miss Clara, it's his lunch time." I protested in a tiny voice. She has been sipping energy drink the whole time in the name of dieting. And that John, Huh, following her everywhere. I hated the way he always looks down on me, like he was doing now. As if he was telling me, "you aren't professional enough to be his assistant!" Of course he will not show his true colours Infront of Dylan. I guess that's why he didn't bother me today.

"You are hardworking, Hun!" Dylan spoke to Clara with a sexy smirk.

I guess this was my cue to shut up. I sighed shaking my head.

"Ha ha ha" Clara blushed giving a fake-ass chortle. I mentally rolled my eyes.

They started discussing the script totally ignoring my presence. Again the sound of stomach growling was heard, but this time it was not from my stomach. I swear.

"I guess you are hungry. I will come back later." Clara said.

She stood up wanting to leave, but Dylan stopped her by her wrist. "You don't have to leave." Dylan said, urging her to sit back down. Look at John's gloating face.

Clara acted like an obedient kid.

"Since we are playing lovers, we should get used to each others presence as well." Dylan spoke again successfully skyrocketing my jealousy level.

This is it! Let him starve! I will have my lunch before food runs out.

I stood up.

"Where do you think you are going? I am busy working." Dylan frowned.

I honestly don't know what he meant. I stood there like a fool. But wait, he wasn't even looking at me. How did he know I was about to go out?

"Don't just stand there. Feed me my lunch." Dylan said casually. But my stupid stupid heart skipped a beat.

"Such a noob!" John commented.

This time I couldn't stop myself from rolling eyes at him. Before I could give him a befitting reply, Dylan spoke.

"Be respectful."

A short sentence, but it wiped away all the previous sourness from my heart. He was still the same old Dylan, here, Infront of me, protecting me . He might not remember me, but even after being a superstar, he was still kind deep within. I felt touched and happy at the same time.

I sat down and enthusiastically stabbed a broccoli and extended my hand towards him. He was still facing Clara, so I poked his arm. It was hard.

But my poke attack worked. He turned towards me and opened his mouth. My hand trembled a little but I successfully transferred the broccoli into his mouth.

My heart wanted to leap out of my mouth. Atleast he wasn't looking at me. Or else, I would get caught red handed. Ahem..

I continued feeding him carefully. Sometimes rice with veggies, sometimes chicken, the other times I would hold the milk near his mouth for him to sip.

He doesn't seem to be a picky eater. He ate everything without complaining. When he finished, I took the tissue paper and handed it over to him along with the water bottle. Ah! Finally, mission accomplished! Now I can go and have food.

"Mr. Evans, do you need me for anything now? If not, can I go and have my lunch? I will be quick." I said.

He turned towards me. He looked surprised?!

"Be quick."

"Break is over!" The choreographer announced. Everyone was back in the rehearsal room. Lucas was back as well, I guess it was his duty to report everyday progress to his superiors.

He spotted me and I smiled.

"Here, I saved you some lunch." He handed me the packet he was holding.

"I could get it myself. But, thank you, hehe."

"If I didn't save anything for you, you would have starved today. You should take care of yourself too. And.. No need to thank me. We are friends, right?" He rubbed my head.

"You are so kind, Lucas."

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