Kenneth shifted his weight from foot to foot. Angela’s mind spun with textbook information that had been gathering dust in her memory. Some of what she’d learned was still good for acting school, and some of it was better lost to the annals of time.
In short, however, he was nervous. His posture, though nervous, was still faintly relaxed, his shoulders back, so he wasn’t feeling - guilty. Good. No awkward propositions, then.
“Say, Angela, me and some of the other lads - some of the stuntmen, actually, were thinking of going out for a pint - er, drink after shooting ends for the day. Would you like to come along? Play some darts?” He lifted his head, and Angela saw the smile that no paparazzo had ever caught. If girls loved him for the fake Hollywood grin he offered whenever he was in front of a crowd, they’d follow him to the ends of the earth for the sweet smile he was offering her now.
She swallowed hard and tried to think up an excuse. Her mind spun with memories - more memories of hanging out in a bar after work, grinning into her mug while Agent Holladay took down a group of strangers at a game of darts. Of course, Agent Holladay was so beautiful that the men didn’t care how soundly they’d been beaten - a beautiful woman was talking to them, after all.
“Kenneth, as much as I’d love to, I have to --”
“Angela Cuaron?”
Angela went still at the familiar voice. One hand twitched for her sidearm - but it wasn’t there. Kenneth jumped and spun around.
Agent Jennifer Holladay looked just as good now as she had five years ago when she’d only been the team liaison. Now she walked more confidently. Angela noticed the slight emphasis on her right side when she approached and knew she was carrying a government-issue sidearm.
Had it been anyone else, Angela would have run - or struck out in anger, but then whoever had sent Holladay knew that.
Holladay pushed past Kenneth and pulled Angela into a hug. “It’s been so long! How you been, girl?”
Angela looked over Holladay’s shoulder and saw that several other innocuous agents had ordered security to stay back.
“I’ve been good.” Angela resisted the urge to hug her one-time friend and stepped back. “What brings you to the set?”
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