“How was it in Florida?” Travis asked as Andrea sat in her chair waiting for their next scene together. This was one of those boring times on set when she just sat around waiting for the rest of the film crew to be ready. Most of the time, she’d use this time to read or reply to email. Today, she was sipping a coffee, waiting for Case to call her back. He should be out of his meetings by now.
“It was good,” she said, forcing a smile. There was no need to tell him about the fight she’d had with Case, how ridiculous Sarah had been with the spray paint and the flat tires, or how Whiskey had tried to kill Case on the track. “How was your weekend?”
“Great.” Travis took the seat next to her, which was technically Lance’s, but he was over by the coffee machine talking to an assistant. “I went t
