#felice|interaction.

"why is it your always the one to pick up the pieces every time my heart breaks?" which is, unfortunately for felice, at least three times a month.

“i’ll have the uh…” felice trailed off, looking a little helplessly at the menu before her eyes flicked up to the waiter and then towards her ‘date’ for the evening. “the coq.. coq… the chicken thing.” her finger pointed at the words she couldn’t pronounce and she offered a sheepish smile to the other end of the table. “i never learned any french.”

"i like having you around.  and not because of what you can do for me or give to me—  i like you.  i value you as a person."

"i do mean it! i don't ever want to see you ever again."

 “so... is it normal to get that into a kiss?” given that it was her first real acting gig, one where she was more than just a faceless voice to be heard on the screen, felice wasn’t entirely sure if the chemistry between her and her costar was really what happened naturally. she did suppose a lot of actors seemed to get together after filming and maybe that was why. the way she’d felt after they’d filmed today? it was... definitely unsettling, to say the least. “while filming, i mean. obviously.”