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You paced back and forth on the edge of the film set, watching Colt shooting some fight scenes.
Looking at your watch, you nervously bounced on your heels and anxiously waited for the clap ending the shoot.
You jumped, hearing the sound but the director asked the crew for another take. You groaned. You should’ve taken the bus or a cab.
Why did your car decided it's a good time to die on you when you had to operate camera on two different spots in the city, on the other ends of it?
And now you are here, waiting for your boyfriend to give you keys to his obnoxious but working perfectly truck.
“Hey babe, take it, the keys are on the table,” Colt kissed you quickly, putting a key on a chain on your neck and running back to the set. You didn’t have time to answer him.
You rushed to his dressing room in the back of the studio and froze in place, seeing the chaos. Pieces of clothing everywhere, not much different from his apartment. And of course there were no keys on the table. You checked other counters there and found nothing. You dived under the table, scrunching your nose at the sight (and smell) of some socks and saw a glint of metal. You fished out the keys and practically ran from the place, locking the door but forgetting to leave the key. Actually you didn’t forget. You just didn’t have time anymore.
It’s not like he would finish his work earlier than you…Right?
Parking the car outside the studio, you’ve noticed familiar, bulky figure sitting on a bench, with his long legs stretched out, arms crossed and his head falling back. He stirred, hearing the hum of his ‘baby’ and sat straight, cracking his neck.
You looked at him through the window, not really ready to face the fact you were so late and with his key to the dressing room and you knew it was the only one as he lost so many that the administration threatened him to never give him any extra.
He cocked a brow under his highlighted strands and pushed himself from the bench, with a groan. You lowered the window and let him lean inside.
You were still stressed out after a long day, running around the city, being annoyed by your car and all the little things that happened today so you were sure if Colt would start a fight, you would lose it. But he sighed only and stretched out his dirty hand, “Key, please?”
You quickly took it from your neck and put it in his palm. You wondered how he could still run after all day of physical work.
Colt pulled at the underground parking lot and after a moment opened your side to help you get out. You didn’t talk much during the ride, actually almost at all. He was probably mad.
And he had all the right to be.
You went after him to the elevator and just stared into the numbers. You went from -1 to 0 in no time. You could have taken stairs really.
Colt let you in first, catching you when your legs tripped on hatrack. He heard it falling when he was leaving in the morning but didn't bother to go back and fix it.
“You okay, babe?” he crossed the obstacle, kicking the door shut and looking at you from his height. Seeing your watery eyes, he pulled you into his big arms, humming.
You pushed yourself slightly from him and took a shaky breath. You didn't want to cry in front of Colt. “I'm going to take a shower.”
You stepped out into the steaming room a half an hour later and sighed. Crying under water and the sole warmth of it on your skin made you feel a bit better. And the smell coming from the kitchen made your stomach rumble.
“You hungry?” Colt asked, eyeing your frame wrapped in a towel. You dried your hair with the other one and sat at a table, tracing bonsai’s tree top with your fingertip. You didn't even realize you haven't answered. And Colt was too aware of that. You didn't talk from the moment you hang up on the phone when you called him to ask for lending you his darling.
“Hey, talk to me, hm?” He put the plate with spaghetti in front of you and squatted next to you. Your hand instinctively reached to his hair falling almost into his eyes, still rough from all the day. He couldn't even take a shower, went straight to the kitchen. All for you.
Fixing the lock of hair, you wanted to take off your hand, but he captured it and pushed his lips to the heel of your palm.
“It's fine, it was just a hard day. I'm just tired. Maybe not you kind of tired, just…” you've started explaining, but Colt interrupted you, kissing you suddenly and picking you up, making you squeal from surprise. He didn't stop with the kisses and moved in a labyrinth of cluttered floor, right to a bedroom.
“You need some Colt magic” he mumbled and winced at the sound of it. You laughed and winced too, “You didn't say that!”
He hushed you with his kiss and kicked the door close.