❛ ⅰ. ╳ azaleastormcd ( lenny grayson )
She was on her lunch break, sitting alone at a table in the commissary. Lenny didn’t know a lot of people here at Condor Studios, so she was used to sitting alone during her lunch. Lenny was given a half hour to eat and then she had to get back to work.
There was a floral lunch box sitting in front of her along with a half empty tupperware of udon and tempura, a traditional Japanese dish. She also had an empty zip lock bag in front of her, which once had sweet bread in it. Lenny is half Japanese on her mom’s side. Before moving out to LA, she lived in Japan with her mother, and before that she lived in Indiana with both of her parents.
Sticking out of the tupperware was a pair of black chopsticks. She decided to bring leftovers from the night before with her to work so she could eat them during lunch. Lenny didn’t like to let food go to waste. She also had a small carton of milk, which she’d purchased to go along with her lunch.
Blue eyes looked up from her half eaten food. She gave the man a nervous smile, along with a small wave. “Hi. Um —-” Lenny reached up a pushed a few strands of blonde hair behind one of her ears. “Y-Yes, I work under M-Ms. Gallagher.” she responded.
Confusion filled her facial features as she wondered why he was asking her these questions. She didn’t really know the answer. The show her boss directed hasn’t aired yet and they were in the early stages of filming still. There was only two filmed episodes thus far. “I — I d-don’t know. W-We h-haven’t filmed many episodes.” she answered. This was the best answer she could give him. “I’m s-sorry I c-couldn’t be more h-helpful.”
As bad as it was to say, or think, he wasn’t interested in the name of the new director. He wouldn’t have anything to do with the new show on the lot. He was just worried he had competition. It happened each and every time something new came about. The nerves of losing the top spot all over again, no longer being the number one show, forced to eat what the commissary called an edible meal. It was hard enough the first time. He couldn’t take being a loser, losing against the one show on the lot he actually guest starred on. And he would’ve thought that after the experience, how he broke a heart and his own, that things would have changed. But instead he was still putting himself first. It didn’t matter that there was no one to actually put before him, he was still being selfish despite everything.
“Yeah, I really could’ve done without knowing the name of the woman who might possibly knock my number one show off its pedestal.” It wasn’t that he wanted to be rude. The assistant sitting before him had nothing to do with if the new show would be a success. He just wasn’t good with controlling his emotions, stopping the negative from slipping. And in the moment all he felt was nerves he would never admit to. His palms sweaty as his arms rested down by his side, soon enough tucked into his front trouser pockets.
It wasn’t a surprise to him that she didn’t know. It made sense, the show was barely a show, it needed time to come together and be filmed. But that didn’t help his concern. Even if he believed he shouldn’t care, he couldn’t stop himself. It was how he was, it was who he was, even if it made him feel bad about himself. He needed to learn to lose. He needed to not be a sore loser but it was more difficult than the change he already worked so hard on. “It’s fine, probably never should have asked anyway.” His head dipped slightly backwards as he let out a sigh, the empty chair besides her pulled out for him to sit himself down on. “I’m sorry if I came across a certain way, I’m just worried about becoming second best.” It sounded more pathetic to him as he said it out loud. “Which sounds pretentious, right?”
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