"Thanks again for coming in," Lincoln said, leading the other into the makeshift studio he and the crew of his newest project had made out of that small loft. "You can put your belongings here," He pointed to a hanger next to the door, "There's catering over there––" And he turned his head in the direction of a table set with a very generous assortment of croissants, cakes, pies and fruits, "And when you're ready you can take a seat over there," Finally, Lincoln indicated a chair, small but comfortable, placed before a gigantic glass panel that took up almost an entire wall and provided an incredible view of the bay. It was quite the challenge shooting against a light source, but Lincoln was way too stubborn to ditch the amazing panorama at their disposal for a dull exposed-brick wall. "When you hear the word 'action', you'll look into the camera and say your name, your age, your job–– In case you don't have one, just skip it, and the length of your stay in San Francisco." It was the first time Lincoln was doing something slightly resembling of a documental feature, and even though he had previously stated his preference for fictional projects, both as a producer and an actor, the idea behind this one seemed to make for quite the interesting journey. "I'll talk you through the rest of it, okay? It'll be like we're having a conversation." He explained, taking a seat on the chair that read Lincoln Wakefield, director, behind the camera, the crew adjusting itself behind him. "And–– Action!"