All-Rounder

　　“Your shirt is hot,” Blondie tells me.

　　My head lowers, I smoothen the front of the white shirt I borrowed from Maria. “Um, thanks.” He winks, my fake smile widens. After Olivia made a mess of my shirt, I had to get a new one and the only thing my best friend found was a skin-tight top highlighting the shape of my upper body. I don’t need to look hard enough to see the outline of my bra and I know that’s what drew Blondie’s eyes to me. I need to stop calling the poor boy by his hair colour. Shouldn’t he be with the set design group? “Where’s Miss Jota?”

　　After giving instructions to the set design group, she left without a word. He shrugs. “Dunno.”