After leaving hair and makeup, I return to the set and sit in my assigned chair, opposite Miles, who also sits in his.
Around us, the crew mills about, checking the sound and adjusting the lighting. The cameras zoom in and out, the director arguing somewhat about the placement. Miles, it seems, is taller than the director expected.
With everyone else so busy, Miles and I have nothing to do but steal glances at each other. Eventually, I can’t handle the quiet any longer, especially when there is a lot I want to say.
“Thank you,” I start with. “You really stood up for me there.”
“You are welcome,” Miles says, but adds, “Though I’m not sure why it was necessary.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know Amber has been hounding me since my election for an interview. You can’t have thought that sh
