I got to the set at three minutes after seven the next morning, and when I saw the Camaro in the parking lot, I moved quickly. I walked straight to Lucas’s dressing room. The door was cracked open, and I could hear the soft strains of some 80’s rock ballad. I didn’t knock, didn’t ask for permission, just walked in the room and shut the door quietly behind me.
It took him a second to realize I was there. When he did his face lit up with a grin, before a scowl quickly took its place.
“I wanted to say thank you.” I kept my voice soft and calm. “They’re beautiful, and I really appreciate it.”
He opened his mouth, and for a second I knew he was going to deny that he knew what I was talking about. I could see it all over his face. But then he deflated and blew out a breath. “You’re welcome.”
