Everything is Grey

When the director called cut, Bambi was quick to yank up the front of her dress and conceal the pathetic excuse for a backless bra that hardly did anything more than provide a slight bit of coverage. Emphasis on slight. Ripened with disbelief, Bambi took a moment before standing due to the fact she was fearful the rest of the dress would come crashing down, pooling at her ankles and leaving her more exposed than she would have liked. Her heart was racing a mile a minute and she went to reach for Markus, wanting to hear him make a joke about the encounter that would assure her she was fine and everything she did was all for the camera. Markus had become good at that- comforting her when her insecurities about the part she was portraying got the best of her. She was not expecting him to do what he had done, and she certainly wasn’t complaining, but it was difficult for the now very flustered blonde to keep it together as a plethora of women poked and prodded at her small figure, squeezing her into different fabrics and dressing her in different, sheer pieces- each one leaving her more exposed than the last. Knowing the worst of the shoots was over- worst meaning sexual- Bambi eased a little as her melted figure seemed to sway with each movement, her conscious blinded by the repetition of what had happened. Her skin was tingling where his lips had dared to graze and all Bambi could think about was how badly her fingers had been itching to slip each small, plastic disc through their corresponding slits, opening up the finely ironed shirt he had been adorning the entire shoot. After she had been dressed, her hair brushed out and her figure somehow squeezed into a very formfitting dress with a dip so low in the back it was a miracle the piece was staying together. 

She was ushered over to Justin, but her movements were almost reluctant. Her body was still ignited with electricity and her pulse was still racing and Justin, eager, slipped his arm around her waist and curled her figure towards his own. Pressing a smile onto her freshly painted lips, Bambi tried to relax, glancing over at the director as he explained what he wanted. Bambi was hardly listening, instead her gaze was drifting towards Markus, watching his every move as she found her teeth gripping at her lip. “Ready, Bambi?” Justin had muttered to her, the sound snapping her out of her trance as she gazed back at him, humming in confirmation. The blonde and him then moved towards the couch, where Oliver situated himself on the cushions and Ramsey sauntered around the furniture until she was behind it. Her hands then curled over his shoulders as if she were about to give him a massage, but instead, they kept moving down his torso, her figure bending at the waist as they did so. A playful smirk coated Remi’s painted lips, the plump petals brushing tenderly against the shell of his ear as her hands bunched the fabric of his shirt between her fingers. Her lips moved then moved to his jaw and left a series of kisses along is ridge, her one hand lifting so she could prop her pointer finger under his chin and turn his face towards her own. She allowed herself to run her lips softly along his cheek before delicately brushing them against his lips, her other hand moving back up towards his shoulders so she could stabilize herself. Ramsey boldly took Oliver’s lower lip between her teeth, Bambi’s heart jolting as she pretended for a minute that it wasn’t Justin’s but…well…

After an approving comment from the director, Oliver lifted his head up just enough to catch her lips. Remi and Oliver weren’t Remi and Adam…they were missing that spark, that intoxicating tension that radiated like the northern lights between them. Ramsey moved both her hands to cup the other mans face and he turned his figure more towards her own. The camera clicked a few more times and the kiss only progressed an eighth of what it had with Markus before the director called CUT and waved his hand dismissively. Bambi, after being pulled off the set, began to desperately look for Markus, her heart in her throat as hormones burned violently under her skin, causing it to flush in places she didn’t know possible. Makeup girls ushered her into a chair and began to swipe and rub at her face with aromatic wipes that made her eyes water and her nostrils burn, but all the while, she was desperately searching for Markus. Why she felt the pressing need to see him and his reaction to what had just happened was beyond her understanding…but there was something buzzing inside of her from what had happened. Perhaps she was just overthinking things, dancing clumsily on the fine line between her and Ramsey…That had to be what was happening. Then, she saw him with Sophia, and her chest immediately swelled with disappointment. Had he even seen what had happened with Justin? Why did she care? It was stage work, no biggie. And just like it was stage work with Justin, it was stage work with Mark. Just stage work…..right? 

Inhaling a deep breath once he was pressed forward after they touched up his hair he was switched into a different tux this time with suspenders white the top few buttons of his shirt undone and a bow-tie resting untied beneath his collar. As he adjusting his shirt he turned the corner to see Bambi all but draped over Justin’s shoulder as she leaned in to nibble at his lip. His jaw tensed as he exhale slowly his fingers clenching at his side causing him to turn away his hands colliding with the door as he stepped outside allowing it to fall shut behind him as he tried to get some clear air within the smog that’s known as Los Angeles. It wasn’t long before the took opened behind him and it wasn’t a lie that he had hoped it was the blonde but as he turned to face the brunette clad in a tight scarlet dress dipping low into her cleavage as it all but dissipated just at the mid of her thighs. “What’s the matter Mark?” She purred as she closed the gap between them reaching up to twist at the bow tie material around his neck that same empty smirk over her lips. Shrugging he pushed her hand away forcing a convincing smile and chuckle to match. “Let’s get back inside before they think something naughty.” He teased holding to door open ushering her inside just in time to catch Bambi both hands making out with Justin. 

Pausing in the doorway he closed his eyes exhaling softly as he tried to contain the anger building within him, this wasn’t like Markus he was a professional. He never let his emotions get in the way of his job, not even when he dated Sophia and now here he was allowing her to effect his mood. Turning to the left he walked through the wardrobe avoiding the blonde and taking a few moments to himself before he walked onto the set as they changed up the scene the photographer climbing onto a ladder above the bed. Sophia popped up behind him her fingers clad against his shirt as she climbed onto the bed joking about something that happened earlier with Justin. Forcing laughter he nodded along before turning to the director allowing him to give them direction before climbing into the bed not even bothering a glace in the blonde’s direction scared he’d lose whatever confidence he’d build by seeing her speaking to Justin. As he laid back into the bed he crossed his arms behind his head as Sophia hooked her leg around his body arching easily inside his side. Her lips were soft along his jaw and neck, fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt to reveal the trail of hair dusting downward towards his pants. 

A smirk set overt his lips as he stared straight into the camera her fingers dancing along his body as her waxy lips smeared red over his jaw and neck allowing perfectly printed marks to appear over the paled skin. “Great! Now show us passion!” The photographer called out and without another word he rolled over on-top of Sophia his lips pressing against her skin but he didn’t apply pressure just sat there back rigid through his shirt. Throwing her head back she gave ecstasy allowing soft fabricated moans to slip past her lips as he just moved his lips to different parts of her neck and jaw giving the best angles for the camera to get her features. If Sophia was anything she was the actress, he never had to give much for her to be convincing and if he were honest he wasn’t really keen on giving her much. Leaning back he allowed her fingers to pick at the buttons before dramatically ripping open the shirt rolling him back over to kiss at his chest leaving a trail of red within her wake. In this moment he couldn’t help but flicker a glance around the room his chest falling to his stomach as he felt shame.  

The sensation that radiated along her skin in response to the graceful pull of her weight against him caused her stomach to twist with anxiety. The flattening of his palm against the exposed skin of her back and the looming of his figure over hers as she gracefully arched her figure against his made butterflies bat their wings so hard in her stomach it was hard not to laugh at the tickling sensation it brought her. “Mhm,” she hummed in response to his rhetorical question, allowing her body to be turned and maneuvered by his, her figure molding to whatever shape he needed it to. Bambi’s face, if it hadn’t been for the layers of makeup painted on her skin, would be a bright shade of red. At his compliment, her heart swooned, her chest lifting with pride as Ramsey’s hands began to crawl rhythmically up his chest, clutching the lapels of his jacket as she bit down on the corner of her lip, allowing her gaze to drop to his own set as they fed Ramsey’s her ego until… “I swear there is more in my eyes than on them…”

The shift of position caught her by surprise, which itself was a surprise as the sexual tension that radiated between their characters was one of the most abused plot points in the first season, in her opinion. The emerald hue’s of her eyes were gleaming as she watched his face with a light expression, one that would certainly not do for a character like Ramsey. Hardening her features, the blonde arched her spine just enough where it became noticeable, taunting him with her hands as they feverishly crawled down from his shoulders and then hooked their fingers in the loops of his bottoms to move his hips closer to hers..or, really, Ramsey’s.. Bambi’s heart was pounding so ferociously in her chest she was surprised that Markus couldn’t feel it against his own chest….but Ramsey was so determined to draw Adam in and keep him there that it blinded the blonde of her own conscious and allowed her to completely absorb whatever his hands proposed to her with little to no objection. It was a photoshoot, but the director demanded more of Mark and…more the director got.

Having to press her teeth into her lower lip to prevent an audible reaction to his movements, the petite girl rocked her figure forward so there was not even enough room for air between their chests. Her head instinctively tilted back in reaction to his mouth along her exposed skin and her hair cascaded like a waterfall of golden ringlets behind her. When she landed back on the surface of the couch, she reached above her head and gazed back up at Mark, a brow lifting in challenge as she felt her body melt in response to his touch. Bambi wanted to remain there, relaxed and uninspired as Markus ran his hands- “Now show him who you are Bambi!” Knocked out of her daze, remembering where she was, the blonde used her arms to prop herself up as she extended the leg who’s heel was resting on his chest. Bending it at the knee, Bambi used a small amount of force to gently kick at his chest so he was forced to stand back upright, retracting her leg and swinging it under her so that she was on all fours. Crawling towards him for a moment before propping herself on her knees, Ramey’s slender fingers reached forward and caught hold of Adam’s tie, yanking on it just enough to make his figure bend over the arm of the couch so his face was close and aligned with her own. Ramsey pressed her free hand against the arm of the couch so she could elevate herself a bit more, a daunting smirk possessing her lips as she grazed them along his jaw line, keeping a tight, possessive, hold on his tie as she arched her back and lifted her chest upwards. Adam and Ramsey were like magnets, ones that moved towards each other slowly and than all at once. Right now was the slow movement…but at some point, one of them would lose touch with reality and then, all at once... They’d collide. 

Adam moved back smirking but on the inside Markus was heaving, if it weren’t for him knowing who he was supposed to be he might have shown his true feelings. The blunt edge of her heel pushed back allowing his hand to fall just short of the hem of her dress pressing his hands along his hips in vain effort to doing something with them. His eyes were hungry, not for Remi in this persona but the glint within her emerald hues almost taunting but something more. Maybe he was reading too far into this, it was all just a jumble of mixed emotions for who he was and the man he was expected to portray. His tongue flickered out, wetting the paled pastel of his lips aflame once more as he clacked his teeth together in a tight lipped expression just anticipating her every move. Golden tendrils danced along her shoulders as she shifted upward fingers reaching out to usher him closer with the soft tug of her arm beckoning him to follow. Leaning downward he was at her will fingers collapsing down from his hips to a white-knuckled grip at the edge of the leather-bound couch. 

Markus’ lips fell slacks at the soft brush of her lips smearing a soft, almost undetectable, blush of color along his paled skin. Tilting his head back he polished a smile over his lips, the smirk still evident because that was Adam’s contribution as the camera continued to click softly in the background allowing him to remember who he was and where this was happening. A flash reminded him of their battle, like dominoes each waiting for the other to fall first before they allowed themselves to topple. Inhaling deeply he turned down to face the blonde hands seeking her body as he found her hips pulling her forward forgetting for a moment that its what Markus wanted to do. Her knees curled over the edge as he allowed her to take the higher ground fingers dancing downwards until they rest fingers spread to dance over the curve where her thighs met her butt. His head fell back to stare up at all her brilliance; blonde hair toppling down over her cheeks as the glow of her eyes almost seemed florescent like a cosmos of stars were set aglow from within her iris just beckoning. 

Adam’s hands rose up the curve of her back seeking the zipper of her dress, nimble fingers plucking the hidden gem from within the fabric easily falling from her body as he slowly began to free her petite frame from the confides of the dress. His lips began at her shoulders where the fabric first fell until they began to nip at the curve of her breasts and downward until the dress pooled at her waist and Adam was on his knees lips hungrily tasting the salt of her skin just above her belly-button- teasing and testing. Where these really the movements of the character he’d spend months perfecting or the movements of a man desperate for the attention of the woman spread out before him. The soft blonde he’d seen curled up trapped within the confides of her giant sweaters with sleep still dusted over the brim of her lids as she was ushered to a make-up chair to be transformed. The same blonde who could light up a room with a dimpled smile as she exclaimed about Broadway almost toppling from her seat; his lips- these kisses were for that girl. Not the power hungry paramour obsessed with jealousy and rage. 

Bambi was a tad bit… overwhelmed. The past few weeks had been extremely hard and extremely weighty on her both emotionally and physically. The routine she had tried to form for herself was broken after a few hours of merely existing, being as the filming industry was so fast paced that there wasn’t time for predictions. Everything happened on a whim and if even the slightest thing went wrong, it could throw off the entire day. Reading the script had been interesting thus far, the reality of Bambi’s character truly hitting her as she gulped just gazing over the plethora of provocative and raunchy things Ramsey did. She hadn’t confronted anyone in the production about her inner feelings regarding the amount of times they desired her to go topless. Instead she had confided in her agent and the mirror in one of the hotel bathrooms. It wasn’t that big a deal, and Bambi knew it was something she would have to get used to- but for the time being? It just felt wrong and unnatural for her. The audition was one thing, in fact, Bambi wasn’t even sure how she was able to pull off what she had done…But somehow, she had- and she landed the part. 

The shoot had started and Bambi felt the warm air in the room clinging to her bare arms. She was clad in a dress that hardly existed, black fabric not leaving much to the imagination as her long hair, fitted with extensions and tons of product to shape it, ticked the small of her back. Her makeup was dark, large, green eyes caked in black shadow and silver highlight, her lips painted a velvety shade of red. It wasn’t long before she was instructed on where she stood, her body coiling towards Justin, an awkward smile on her lips. “Relax,” he had muttered against her cheek as his character dipped his lips towards the ridge of her jaw, a pleasant hum sounding from Ramsey at the contact.. Her fingers were pawing at his shirt, toying with the plastic buttons as she tried her very hardest to stop her gaze from drifting towards Markus, or…. Adam. Seeing the two girls, two who Bambi assumed didn’t like her very much, all over him was almost nauseating. They were beautiful, yes, but the visual of them- Sophia especially- slobbering over him like dogs caused her gut to twist and turn in ways that almost sent her in a rage. Not having noticed her gaze had drifted over, Bambi recarved Ramsey into her facial features as another SNAP! of the camera went off. It felt like ages had gone by and the balls of her feet had began to numb, then finally the photographer raised his hand and Bambi departed from Justin. It wasn’t that the pair didn’t get along, in fact they had excellent chemistry…she just wanted to move away before she could meet Markus’s eyes, feeling her cheeks childishly burning up with frustration. 

Maybe she was just paranoid but there was tension between her and Markus- she could feel it. What type of tension was behind her, but it was tension none the less and it made her skin crawl with curiosity and her cheeks warm with insecurity. Was it good? Bad? Was she mixing up herself and her muse? Bambi was unsure of herself and stood restlessly to the side as they cleaned up her co-worker. Swallowing the shy lump in her throat as they announced her and Markus would be the next pair, she lifted her chin and pridefully painted an eager-to-please smile on her lips. The photographer rewarded her with compliments as Markus was sent back over, the blonde dismissing the praises with a wave of a hand before going to return the favor of complimenting his eye and his vision. These photos had to catch public attention, the director had informed them- “These photos will say more about the show than anything we’ve put out thus far. They get to see you as these characters- your faces. Make ‘em good.” As the taller englishmen made his way over to her and the photography, her smile melded together into a playful smirk as she dusted the palm of her hand along the fabric covering his shoulder. “Well don’t you look all dolled up,” she teased him lightly, tilting her head to the side as she attempted to ease the fluttering in her stomach. “You know…I’m really digging this jacket. It truly screams shows biggest pimp.”

The stinging subsided as she began to run a brush over his lips and jawline erasing all substance of the scarlet wax but his mocha orbs flickered back to meet Bambi over where she was speaking to the photographer. Her petite figure all carefully tucked within a tight black fabric leaving just enough to the imagination it almost made his blood boil how exposed she was. Three weeks, that was all it took for him to become this protective over the blonde? That was crazy, he hadn’t felt a single qualm about what Sophia was wearing and she was just as exposed if not more. He caught a glimpse of the brunette giggling and chatting up with Justin at the snack table and there wasn’t a single feeling of jealousy within him more like relief. Maybe if she backed off a bit Bambi would take notice; but why does he care if she would take notice in the first place? The brunette tapped his arm with a soft smile allowing him to know she was done fixing him up and seconds later he was ushered over to the blonde being thrown together on set . Shaking out his legs he held his arm out allowing the blonde to easily fall into his side her arm reaching up to fold over his shoulder as his hand easily fell to the small of her back easily spanning over her petite frame as he nodded to the director’s words. 

These pictures tell more about the show, be in character; he reminded himself a smirk tilted over his lip as Bambi’s quiet words whispered to him as the camera continued to click! “Biggest pimp?” He chuckled his tongue poking out to wet his lips as he turned towards her shifting his weight easily as he scooped her up setting her atop the edge of the leather sofa curling his hand around her back to pull her chest against his as he held her close allowing her body to lean back as if she were floating over the couch. “You look beautiful,” he muttered to her softly before quickly adding, “you know, besides the raccoon make-up.” Markus smoothly recovered with a playful wink as he lowered down allowing nothing but a breath between their lips as he slid his leg between hers using his opposite hand to anchor them along the back of the couch. Markus wanted to kiss her, but Adam was a tease; their whole battle was seeing who’d crack first the whole battle of whose in control. Exhaling softly a smirk slid over his lips as nothing but the rapid flashes and clicks were heard his eyes staring into hers. 

Now that the cast had been complete and the five of them were standing lying around clad in prop clothing masking the mysteries of their characters it suddenly felt so real. Sophia stood draping her arm along his shoulder in a skin tight prussian dress dancing along her upper thigh where his fingers rested as their newest member Corrine gripped at his tie seemingly vying for his attention as his eyes fell across the short distance at Bambi. The blonde was promptly pressed against Justin fingers gripping at his shirt making his insides boil. Markus shouldn’t be jealous but it worked for the shoot; looking in he was just convincingly Adam as he stare cheeks heated and lips pressed tightly into a line as his eyes fell upon the blonde. The weight of the woman pressing against him felt as empty as they told him it should. Don’t get him wrong, Corrine and Sophia were gorgeous woman and the fitted peach silk gown Corrine was wearing would have otherwise drove the brunette crazy but he found his attention easily stolen. 

Turning his head away from Bambi he followed the direction of the photographer allowing his lips to seek out the plush warmth of Corrine’s smearing the blood red lipstick over his lips and along his jaw as he pulled away turning his attention up to Sophia as she bit down on his lip her own shade of red intermingling along his skin. Adam was at the tip of the shows love pentagon having chemistry tested with all the woman but only one scorning his skin as he flickered a gaze over at the blonde fingers pressing tighter against the smooth skin of Sophia’s thigh. Pulling away from Sophia he easily turning back to Corrine as she tugged downward on his tie her face rested against his disheveled white top Sophia’s weight easily recognized as she draped herself over his shoulder hooking a finger over his chin. Markus easily followed her pull as she stole another kiss feeling her tongue dance along the tip of his lip as allowed his jaw to slack eyes pressed at Remi across the room as if he were trying to make Remi jealous. 

Bambi looked at him with wide eyes, brows scrunching together as she listened to him- releasing a huff afterwards. “Closed casting calls, huh?” She repeated, groaning as she thought about having to board yet another plane. She hated flying. The idea of planes and how they work- it all just freaked her out. Humans were- and are not- supposed to fly. Bambi nodded along with the details he gave her as she drummed her fingers on her cheek- chin resting in her palm. Bambi had underestimated the film world, she supposed- there was a lot more that needed to happen behind the scenes then she had expected…and it hadn’t even been a day. Coiling a lock of her hair around her finger, Bambi sat back against the booth and continued to glance around in an investigative fashion at the restaurant and it’s patrons. She glanced over to where the waitress now stood, huddled among her fellow workers probably gossiping about her encounter. The thought alone caused a shy smile to spread upon her own lips- knowing her existence was probably being laced into the conversation some how. Maybe it was a bit selfish of her to think like that, but the idea of it made her heart flutter with excitement for what was to come. “Despite my beauty?” she had repeated, a dark blush beginning to paint across her face as she poked shyly at her lower lip. “You’d be surprised- I didn’t know many people outside of my little theater community back home. Even then- It was really just me and Bentley.” Then, clarifying; “My agent- It’s kind of sad if you think about it, but he’s really my only friend. He’s been in my life since I started this whole performing thing and despite him being two times my age- he’s been there, y’know? I’m selfishly hoping I’ll get some actual friends out of this whole thing,” Bambi admitted, waving a sheepish hand as she gestured in reference to Affluenza. 

“I’d be more than happy too, you’ve already flustered the poor thing, she’d probably have a heart attack of sorts if you tried to explain it to her,” Bambi teased him, shielding another laugh with her hand as she thought about the brunette woman stumbling over her own toes in response to Markus’s cheeky attitude towards her. When he leaned his forearms on the table and announced he had an idea with his finger, Bambi leaned her own figure forward, meeting him halfway as she raised her brows curiously, listening intently to his offer. “Hmmm,” she pondered, pressing a nail to her lip as she glanced up towards the ceiling as if the answer lingered above her head. “Okay, deal.” She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the assumption on his end that they’d be having lunch together again and running lines made her stomach churn with excitement. Reality began to course through her veins and strike her hard in the ribs as she realized what she was actually going to be doing- she was going to be playing Ramsey Oden on a TV show with Markus Cohler, an infamous British heart throb-  as her co-star. Bambi would get to play a home-wrecking, ruthless, partying and deeply-broken bombshell and she could not possibly be anymore excited about it then she was in that moment. In the moment of silence, she adjusted her seating so she was sitting more comfortably, sheepishly adjusting the sleeves over her shirt as she attempted to get the fabric to cover her shoulders. Bambi glanced over at the leather jacket and contemplated for a second putting it back on- but in all honesty? She hated it. Therefore, she decided to just keep it off and suck up the fact her porcelain shoulders were on display for all to see- not that anyone except for her even cared to notice. “How do I know if my questions are right?” Bambi inquired rhetorically, lifting her brows as the waitress paraded back over to them with their drinks- holding her chin a little higher as if her co-workers had talked some confidence into her. Bambi gifted her an encouraging smile, gifting her a pleasant “Thank you,” before she glanced back over at him- almost daring him to say something to cause the girls newly found confidence to shudder. “Okay, let me think….” Bambi trailed off, tongue poking out to rest against the small black straw before she she wrapped her lips around it, taking a sip of the refreshing water before scrunching her brows in thought- swallowing. “Hm, okay- I’ll start simple. If there’s a movie with a corresponding book- what do you do first? Read the book or watch the movie?” It was a weird question, but Bambi personally felt it really defined people…and it was a way to break the ice. That….and she had no idea what to even ask him.

"I know you’re a bit new to this and it’s going to be.. Uh,” He paused for a moment his words trailing off as he quietly snapped his fingers together as if trying to piece his own words, “fast paced? I guess what I’m saying is we have a closed casting in New York and if we find an Oliver there we go to Los Angeles to do another closed casting for our final member of the group. If we’re successful there we get to do a bunch of the boring stuff like promo shoots and before you know it we’re all back here cozy in Chicago running table readings and filming until the wee hours of the night.” Markus easily rambled off his accent gliding over his tongue as he visibly stumble about the words he was rambling off to the blonde; maybe a part of him was trying to scare her? Overload her with the busy schedule that was demanding all her time and attention for the next couple of months. Not likely though, he wasn’t really about hazing the girl as much as he just informed her that she stepped into a whirlwind of a career change. Sure, theater took up a lot of your time and late hours and he was sure coming from that would she would understand the hard work of this one. However with filming if one thing goes wrong you could be doing the same scene twenty times over just because the glare from the lights were wrong or the boom mic wasn’t picking up your voices. That could be an uncomfortable three hours lying nude with the same personal faking sex scenes until the man in the chair deemed it appropriate, for that he could only hope she could be so open with this. “Oh, God..” He groaned playfully rolling his eyes, “Don’t tell me you don’t find yourself beautiful, at risk of sounding cheeky with you its quite obvious your beauty. I assumed you would have dated someone in the past and that was wrong of me but don’t play innocent.” He warned her, though his tone playful there was an underlining serious to it; there was nothing more annoying than the idea of a girl who was obviously attractive thinking otherwise, it rubbed other woman in Hollywood the wrong way, such as Sophia. 

At his other advice, she nodded, patting eagerly at the bag draped over her shoulder. “Of course- I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep, honestly. Reality hasn’t hit me yet and it probably won’t until I’m back at the hotel, so I’ll be up all night reading and such.” The blonde pushed her fingers through the ends of her hair and cleared her throat as she tried to analyze the current situation. She had no idea what kind of impression she was making on him, and it was causing her to stress out a little. Anxiously, she twisted the ends of her hair around her fingers and while they were sitting in the booth, it took everything within herself not to inquire about how she was doing. Bambi was very social, a butterfly with big bold wings that didn’t think twice about approaching people and starting up a conversation. She knew absolutely nothing about Markus though and she had no idea what kind of personality he had. From what she had seen- he was unreadable. Part of him seemed extremely egotistical, almost like he felt like he knew everything and was the one to go to for advice because, well, he had answers to any questions you may have. But then another part of him seemed tender and disoriented due to the whirlwind of his career… Bambi wasn’t sure how she felt about him just yet, but she’d have to learn to work alongside him and- as he had repeated over and over- maintain whatever chemistry the director had seen between them. She analyzed the menu, and she poked at her lower lip as she attempted to pick something out. Upon hearing that he’d pay for her, her stomach sank, and an immediate pressure to be careful with what she selected dawned on her shoulders. 

She tried to resist a small laugh at his playfulness towards the waitress, and the lady looked over every so often at Bambi to see if there were any jealousy or distaste in her features- but there was quite the opposite. Bambi was smiling, almost encouraging Markus’s behavior with the occasional giggle that sounded from her end of the booth. It wasn’t a surprise the waitress was intimidated by Bambi’s presence and Markus’s flirtation, if Bambi was in her position she’d probably be just as worried. To try and comfort her, Bambi dismissed Markus’s comment with a wave of a hand and ordered herself a fruit salad and a water, in which the red-cheeked waitress frantically scribbled down before rushing off to send the order to the kitchen. After she had scurried off, she turned her body back towards Markus; “Would it be a cliche if I were to insist you don’t have to pay for me?” Bambi teased, glancing back over at the accented boy across from her, leaning forward as she raised a light, inquiring brow. She pressed her teeth into her lower lip as she glanced around the small eatery they were in, exhaling with a delighted sigh before turning back to him with a eager smile stretched on her lips. “So, this might come as a shock- but I don’t really know anything about you.” The blonde really wanted to get to know him, because as he had said- they would be working closely together and chemistry was important. “I was never a big TV or movie person myself, so I don’t really know what you’ve worked on in the past…but I’m more interested in knowing about who you are as a person- not that your career isn’t fascinating, and all… So, if you wouldn’t mind doing so, tell me something about yourself.”

"Actually,” he began coughing as he tried to readjust the tone of his voice coming out a bit thick at first, “you should probably forego the reading we have some closed casting calls in New York so we’re flying out tomorrow morning so you can read on the plane.” He informed the blonde a smile pulling at the corner of his lips, “I would plan on packing and letting your agent know you’re going to need to be on the same flight as up tomorrow although I’m sure he should already know?” He rhetorically asked, everything with the casting call was quick, quiet, and very private. They wanted to get this cast together as quickly as possible and as far as the tabloids knew he was rekindling the flame with his ex Sophia and he was soon to be cheating with an unknown blonde bombshell. A part of him felt bad, she was clad in dark clothing that was stark opposite of what she appeared within the day before and he couldn’t help but wonder who this girl really was beyond her soft spoken words, bubbling excitement, and vast wardrobe. Markus was in a form enigmatic also; there was the Markus Cohler known to the public who played girls and always clad himself within his leather bound jackets and shaded his eyes in caps ignoring the paparazzi who was nothing but trouble since his Disney days. To be fair that was all camera play and using his personal style against him, the brunette was private and more than likely all his real relationships were shoved into the corner and hidden behind closed doors. The things he loved most he held dearly and private to him and if he were honest he didn’t have much to hide but he found in life when there wasn’t a reason to smile he wouldn’t fake one for the camera’s sake. Jaded and a man of lesser words all he was known for was his flirtatious manner and maybe he was just tired of pretending he could be seen as anything more than that.