Take me back to the night we met...

Never late before

She was driving as fast as she could. But also, she couldn't forget that they needed her alive, so. Her car was racing everything. Car by car. Human by human. Red light.

-Shit! - she yelled at herself. She was never late before. Never. What was the reason?

Well...nice night with husband? I mean, with drinks, of course.

Finally, the light changes and she quickly pushes the gus pedal. Fourteen minutes and she is finally here. Quick look at the watches. 10:34.

-Oh my God! - she quickly grabs her bag and runs towards the big building, almost forgetting to lock her car. Quick press on a button on keys and car makes  funny noise.

Floor 17. An elevator opens its doors and she rushes out of it.

-They will kill me! - is the last thing she thinks before entering big, light room.

-Finally! - loud voice makes her turn around.

-Oh, my, Steven! I'm so sorry. It won't happen again. Never.

She gives her "boss" a big hug.

-Don't worry. Actually, half of the crew is still not here, so, you're not the last for sure.

She gave him a cute smile before someone called him to discuss something about film.

-Well, looks like I've been given the opportunity to observe in here.

White with grey walls, big table in the middle and lot's of chairs. Commodes and other furniture, not so important. Observing is over. She slowly sits on of the  chairs and let's herself take a breath.

People are talking, running, discussing and giving her tiny smiles, when their eyes meet with hers. She feels herself a little uncomfortable. As always.

-Maybe, I should talk with Steven? No, he is busy. Hmm...

A sudden glass of water and a hand, that came out of nowhere and appeared in front of her face, made her shake a little.

-Morning, mrs. Streep - a hand slowly puts a glass of water in front of her on the table. Finally, she looks behind her.

-Oh, hi, hey there, Tom. I mean, mr. Hanks.

-Nah, please. Just Tom. - he slowly takes chair and sits next to her.

-Well, just Meryl then. Oh, and thank you for the water.

-No problem. So, what do you think? - he asks as he takes little sips of water from his glass.

-Hm? What do I think about what? - she says after taking a little sip of water.

-Well, about the script, the movie.

-I think, it's going to be fine. I mean, it's Spielberg. We can count on him.

Tom gives her a smile and turns his head to their director, who was discussing something with bunch of people.

Now, she is given time to observe her co-star. Grey with white curly hair, dark green eyes, thick lips.

-Wow, he was right when he was talking about his sides - she thinks to herself.

-Okay! Everyone, sit down on your chairs please. Meryl and Tom, don't change your seats. You need to be together. Now, let's get started!

They look at each other and smile uncontrollably at each other. First day of working is promising some good time and lot of laughter. Or, maybe, even more?