Tyrone grabbed breakfast and then drove to the set. By the time he arrived, Quintessa was already deep in the midst of filming.
Quintessa was all concentration and dedication, utterly absorbed in her role. Tyrone found himself a seat, Quintessa's usual spot when she wasn't on camera, and watched her, unnoticed by the crew who had no idea who he was, and were still buzzing about the scene he'd made with Jonathan and Quintessa the night before.
Manny was perched next to Tyrone, clutching Quintessa's water bottle, ready to dash over the moment the director called cut.
Hand propping against his chin, Tyrone watched Quintessa, who was dressed in a flowing gown, portraying an era of elegance and grandeur with an ease that captivated everyone on set. It was the first time Tyrone realized that Quintessa's beauty wasn't just skin deep.
"When's this scene wrapping up?" Tyrone asked Manny.
"It'll be a bit." Manny sneaked a glance at Tyrone, whose gaze hadn't strayed from Quintessa. He asked, "Mr. York, don't you think Quinn looks especially striking on camera?"
Tyrone cleared his throat, "She's alright."
Manny couldn't help but pout, thinking, "She's alright' and yet you couldn't take your eyes off her."
Tyrone was silently calculating how much longer Quintessa would be filming; his breakfast was getting cold. Suddenly, his view was blocked. A female voice then chimed in, "Are you Mr. York?" Tyrone didn't even look up, his response curt, "Move." He didn't want others to disturb him appreciating Quintessa.
Manny looked up to see Crystal Anderson, who played Lady Arabella Hastings in the film. A sweet-faced, fairly well-known young actress, she approached with a friendly smile, "Mr. York, sorry to bother you. I thought you looked familiar. We met at a party last year. I didn't dare to approach until now. I'm Crystal."
Manny watched, feeling a tad annoyed. Crystal was known for her sunny disposition on set, but she came to chat up Mr. York while Quinn was in the middle of filming; he wondered if she had other agenda or simply intended to say hello.
Crystal, flashing her sunny smile and those two tiger teeth, seemed genuinely harmless. It easily could let people's guard down, yet Tyrone barely acknowledged her, ignoring her outstretched hand. Withdrawing her hand, Crystal scratched her head awkwardly, "Mr. York, did I interrupt something?"
Tyrone, visibly annoyed, nudged Manny, "What's with the delay? Feels like flies swarm as soon as summer hits. Can't stand that buzzing. Shoo her away." Manny's mouth twitched; he couldn't help but snicker at the remark, despite the tension. He stood up, "Ms. Anderson, I believe they're ready for your scene."
Crystal, flustered, stayed put, "Mr. York, I was hoping could I ask for a favor? It's about my brother; he works at your company, and he..."
"What are you whispering about behind my back?" Lifting the hem of her dress, Quintessa glided over with a playful smirk, cutting her off, her gaze swept at Tyrone and Crystal.
Tyrone stretched his leg out, pulling over the chair Manny had just vacated, "Have a seat."
Caught between embarrassment and timidity, Crystal stammered, "Sorry, Quinn. I just recognized Mr. York and wanted to say hi. Plus, my brother works for him, so I thought it wouldn't hurt to introduce myself. Don't overthink it."
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