Quiet On Set!

Chapter 4: Interruptions

You both pulled away before your lips could meet, this magical moment was interrupted by Mr. Tuscans loud entrance through the front door. You didn't have time to think about what had just happened, your only choice was to play it cool. Your heels clicked with every step as you and Henry walked downstairs to greet your boss,
"Mr. Tuscan, I was just showing our guest around the house while you were out."
"Lovely" Mark smiled, satisfied with your hospitality, "I trust everything else is sorted then?"
"Yes sir, the caterers have finished prepping and tonight's staff have been given their instructions."
"Right then, Henry? This way" he gestured for Henry to follow, to which he obliged. Henry placed his hand on the small of your bare back as he walked behind you, sending chills up your spine. He and your boss walked out into the back porch for a one on one conference, discussing the details of the movie no doubt. So you made your way back to the front door where you were to greet everyone as they arrived.

New up and coming star, Timothee Chalamet, had landed a roll on your film. You had never had any face to face encounters with any of the other actors before, that wasn't usually part of the job. The crowd started to roll in as time grew into evening hours. Only a few guest remained on the list of arrivals, and soon enough, the one and only Timothee Chalamet stepped out of his ride, dressed in a patterned suit and vest with shiney dress shoes.
"Good evening" he smiled at you as you let him in.
"Welcome, right this way," you greeted, blushing a little. The casting directors seemed to have hired the most attractive cast.

• Meanwhile •
"It seems like you've had enough to drink," Henry chuckled at Mark as the conversation ended.
"Alright well, enjoy yourself tonight. The foods great!" Mark headed over to woo some of the attending producers. "Y/n! Come here and let me introduce you to some of the top dogs." You hurried over to your boss' side, straightening your hair to make yourself more presentable. Henry smiled, watching from the bar as you greeted Marks guests, costar Timothee sat to his right, "You've got your eye on the intern?"
Henry looked over, "Excuse me?"
Timothee took a sip of his drink, "She's hot," he said raising his brows and pointing his glass in your direction, "c'mon, everyone here has heard about Marks new transfer student soon to be prodigy. Everyone on set wants a piece of that. What's her name, (something that sounds similar to) y/n?" He let out a weak laugh.
Henry scoffed, knowing it'd be a waste of time trying to reason with him, "Her name is y/n."
Timothee eyed you, "y/n, huh?" he spilled the remaining drink into his mouth, "alright well wish me luck." He patted Henry on the shoulder and walked in your direction.

"I don't think I got the chance to say how beautiful you look this evening," Timothee took you aside.
You blushed hard, "thank you"
"Y/n, right?" He smirked.
Shocked that Timothee Chalamet knows who you are, you respond, "y-yea...how did you-?"
"You're the talk of the town, everyone knows who you are!" He flattered you, "I haven't seen you around much?"
"Oh-, yea, well," you tucked your hair behind your ears, "I usually work from my office as Mr. Tuscans right hand man and stay in the shadows when he's on set."
"So you wanna be a director some day, huh?" He gave you an impressed look as he inches closer.
"That's what I'm hoping for," you looked to the floor.
"Why don't you direct m-" before he could finish, Henry grabbed Tim by the shoulders hard, "Looks like he's had one too many tonight eh?" He smiled, pulling Tim away from you.
"Hey man, what're you doing?!"
"Everyone a favor." He spoke quietly into Timothee's ear. Then, speaking to you, "is he even old enough to drink?" He joked, cracking a smile. "I'll take it from here, mate" he whispered back to Tim.

Tim shuffled of angrily, dusting himself off and leaving you to Henry.

You let out a giggle, "What was that about?"
He fanned his hand and exhaled, "oh nevermind him," Henry looked back at you, and for a moment, there was silence as he looked in your eyes. You blushed and broke eye contact, nervously pushing your hair behind your ears, Henry broke the silence, "So, have you had anything to eat yet? I heard the food's great."
"Oh, the dinner is actually just for the guests. I'm just Mark's assistant."
You spoke loudly so he could hear, the party was in full affect and bustling with noise.
"Come, let's go grab a plate"
"But i---"
Henry leads you by his side, resting his hand at the bottom of your back as you made your way through the crowd. You two make it to the large spread of food, Henry grabs a plate and goes down the line, "chicken?" He asks you, pointing to the tray of chicken legs.
You look up at him, knowing that he wouldn't let you leave without food, "sure"
He grabbed a piece with the tongs they set out and put it on the plate. He moved down further, "rice?", "Salad?", "Fruits?" Until you got to the end of the line with a pile of food on the plate.