“It’s nice,” I say softly. “You’ll probably have to do this for a while though so they know you’re sincere.”
He laughs, “I know. I might just open my own bakery now, to get ahead of the game.”
I sip my coffee. The harsh words of yesterday are not forgotten despite the warmth spreading through my belly — from the coffee and something else I refuse to acknowledge.
“I’m sorry that I’ve been hard on you. I get that you’re just doing your job.” He looks me in the eye. “I’ll do better.”
I bite my cheek and look away. “Well, thanks. And I am here, if you, you know, want to talk about anything.” I scuff my foot on the gravel.
“I know you are, freckles,” he says softly.
The earnest look on his face almost takes my breath away.
I purse my lips. “Make sure you wear a hairnet tomorrow. I don’t want to find a hair in my croissant.”
He laughs, “You got it.”
I shove him back towards the table where he’s welcomed with friendly jeers. I smile before slipping away.
Stepping into the makeup truck, I immediately spot Katie sitting in one of the chairs.
“Hey,” I say gently, nervous after yesterday’s debacle.
“Anya, hey,” Katie says brightly. “You alright?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to see if you were okay?” I didn’t expect to find her in floods of tears but I thought she’d still be a little shaken up.
“Oh, she’s more than okay,” Sally says, returning from the back of the truck. “She got a nice little pick me up this morning.”
Pink spreads across Katie’s cheeks.
“Oh?” I grin.
Katie’s eyes dart to a bouquet of flowers on the counter.
“A secret admirer?” I ask nearly squealing.
“No!” Katie protests blushing.
Sally laughs, “Your Danny knocked on the door first thing this morning with those and an apology for acting —what was it he said Kate?”
“Like a daft pillock,” Katie says with a giggle.
“That sounds about right.” I touch the pink petal gently, a soft pride settling in my chest at the thought of Danny surprising the trainee with a bunch of flowers.
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Chapter 15
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The morale on set is significantly lighter after Danny pulls the stick out of his ass. Tensions stay high whenever Callum is on set, but Danny does his best not to let his niggling get to him.
Today is my first day off in what feels like weeks and I feel like a spare part without Danny to follow around all day. I clean the whole apartment, even polishing the bare kitchen cupboards. It’s not even eleven o’clock.
Slumping on the couch and pulling out my phone I send a text to Danny.
Me: Everything okay?
