Surprisingly, to both himself and likely everyone else, he’d spent the best part of his time working on the set avoiding the actors. In part, because he hadn’t wanted to see first hand the smug look on Ralph’s face. But also because he was trying to avoid Lady too. There was a special kind of humiliation in winning a fight against a fat nerd who’d actually started it, and still not taking home your date for the night.
For a moment, he’d dipped casually behind a piece of scenery, thinking he’d seen her. Only realising it was Adella when she turned around.
Fuck. He did have a type, didn’t he?
“Didn’t recognise you there,” he said, slipping cooly back out and propping himself up next to her. “I was expecting to see you in a wheelchair by now. Or is he a gentle giant?”