Stop stressing

It had been a weird morning. Not bad, just… odd. Zaya was acting different. Not in the grumpy-but-secretly-soft kind of way she usually did, but something else entirely. She kept glancing at me, her lips twitching like she was holding back a secret.

I wasn't sure if I should be curious or worried.

She kissed me before leaving for her scene, and the way she did it lingering, soft, like she wanted to say something but couldn't made my heart race.

But when I asked if everything was okay, she just smirked and told me to stop overthinking.

Right. Like that's even possible.

The studio was bustling as usual, crew members hurrying back and forth, setting up the next shot. Today, I was filming a scene with Maeve. Oh joy.