Lola got down the bus and looked around absently, feeling in the air and beauty of Toronto. She looked at the long way yet to come and felt her throat tighten. She had always wanted that, she was going to work as an assistant of the costume's director of the movie The Mortal Instruments: City of Glass along with one of her friends, Amanda. She knew she would have to work part-time at a diner and it would not be easy, but it was all worth it. Volunteering for the job was one her wisest ideas and she was thankful to Melina, her boss, for giving her this opportunity. A thud woke Lola up from her trance and she looked at Amanda who had just woken up from her own trance and bumped into the red-haired fashion editor.

"You should pay more attention when you're walking, Lola." The blond scowled at her while looking at the road that led to the set. "This is it! I'm so giddy!"

"Aren't you nervous? I'm nervous like hell, my hands won't stop shaking."

"It's only, my dear friend –" Amanda started walking and gestured with her head for Lola to follow her. "Because you are going to meet Kevin Zegers and your stomach has been doing the most disgusting things to you since we left New York."

Lola started chocking in her own breath and took a deep soothing one and tried to slow down her pace so Amanda could keep up with her, since the girl was half jogging to do so. "It's not that, OK? The whole cast, besides –"

"WATCH OUT!" A golden white sort of blur crossed Amanda and hit Lola right away, bringing her down the hard floor of the set's parking lot where all the trailers for cast and crew were, also a few cars. Luckily she didn't hit her head too hard as to fall unconscious, however a throbbing came down on her.

"What the real FUCK?" The strong tempered red-headed yelled while her vision came to adjust again and she realized who the one that dropped her on the floor was. What made her no less angry. "Would you get the hell out of me?"

"Someone has a dirty mouth and a temper." The heavy skinny weight on top of Lola said with a smirk on his face.

As Jamie did not get himself up, Lola pulled him with all her strength and helped herself up, cleaning up her jeans and jacket. "Thankfully I was wearing jeans, see? If I had wore the dress you picked for me, that'd be even worse than what it already was." She said while picking up her things and stalked out of there, pulling Amanda by the arm.

"Would you calm down? That was Jamie Bower! You could have been less rude. Besides, he was just playing around with the ball."

"You weren't the one who almost passed out on the floor! I was, now let's look for Harald Zwart."

"Melina said we should call him to tell him we've arrived."

"When did she say that?"

"When you and Jason were discussing Miley Cyrus's outfit for Mockingjay's red carpet." The blond sighed, a sigh very well know by Lola. The sigh that meant that whatever Lola would be doing at the time, Amanda thought it was stupid.

Lola just smiled slightly and got her iPhone out of her pocket, handing it to Amanda. "You deal better with people than I do."

"Well, now, why would you think that?" The blond girl took the phone hastily and turned the other way, as if for a privacy not needed. Amanda has always been the queen bee's sidekick type of girl and that usually bothered Lola but Amanda has been nothing but nice to her and Lola owed her a lot. If it were not for Amanda's financial help, Lola would have never made to the set. Amanda was filth rich, what made the red-headed wonder time after time why her Ivy League friend was working as an assistant at a fashion magazine, instead of owning one. Her parents had, obviously, enough money to do so. However the weirdest thing about Amanda was that wherever Lola would go and whatever she would do, the blond would want the exactly same thing and it involved silly things from going to a café to working as volunteer in the staff of a film Amanda knew nothing about. According to the blond, she wanted to meet the cast because they were wall very beautiful wealthy men.

"He is going to meet us here." Amanda finally said while handing Lola the phone back.

"Great. I'm very curious about something though."

"What is it?"

"Melina said Zwart had a special assignment for me. I wonder what that could be."

"Well, according to her—" Amanda lit a cigarette and handed Lola another one, helping her lighting it. "You will be given the hardest assignment, what was a relief to me because by the way she was talking, well, it sounded like a really hard job, if you know what I mean?"

"I just hope I don't get stuck mending tears and cleaning up bathrooms. I mean, I don't mind it a bit… But I want to do something more meaningful. Like working Magnus's wardrobe."

They just stood there waiting and Lola took the opportunity to contemplate the view. The trailers were all lined neatly, with just the right amount of space between them and when she looked a bit further, people were working on the setting of Alicante, she recognized it. She was amazed by how they had found such space in Toronto. The crew was immense and she knew she would never memorize everyone's name. She saw huge men carrying tree trunk shaped props and others were carrying pieces of the demon towers and she giggled a little, feeling immensely happy although her nerves were killing her and anxiety eating her up. That was when she spotted him, opening the door of his trailer, almost right in front of her. Her heart sped up and missed a few beats on the way while her stomach started to turn and turn again inside of her. I am a fucking editor of freaking awesome fashion magazine and I'm being eaten up inside out by a nearly-forty year old beautifully blue-eyed man. The girl sighed and, after realizing he was struggling with the door and his bags, went to help the blue-eyed man who has been building up nervousness inside of her. Lola opened up the door to the trailer while holding her two bags on one hand and indicated for him to enter the trailer with her head.

"Uh – Thank you." Kevin just stared at Lola blinkingly, what made her stomach turn again and she thanked heavens she had not had breakfast that morning.

"You're welcome." The girl said in almost a whisper while lowering her face to look at the trailers mini-stairs as if they were the most interesting sight at range.

"What's your name? I don't believe we've met." He asked while climbing up the stairs and dumped his bags inside the trailer.

"I'm Lola, I'm new." Lola managed to look into his eyes again and regretted it immediately, praying for someone to take her out of her misery.

"I'm Ke—"

"I know who you are. I'm a fan of Cassandra's books, and Gossip Girl. Actually, I really admire your work. Transamerica is a great movie and Air Bud as well. Also Murder on the Iditarod Trail, Life With Mikey, Four Days. To sum it up, a really long list." She smiled and almost hit her head on the trailer's wall. Wishing for someone, anyone to come and rescue her. However, Amanda seemed to have disappeared and was nowhere to be found within Lola's view.

"Wow, you know about my most forgotten projects. Thank you!" Kevin said and a smile spread through his face, from his lips to his beautiful hypnotic blue eyes. Lola's throat was knotting again and she thought that this was it, she was never going to speak again when, out of nowhere - at least not that Lola noticed, she was too distracted to notice life around her - a hand dropped on her shoulder and the owner of that hand was very well known by her . "Hey Jamie." Kevin said cheerfully while climbing down to hug his friend.

Lola swallowed hard and took a deep breath while both actors chatted, and her phone rang. It was her salvation, the only person who would make her talk at that moment. "Jason!" She picked up while a huge smile spread itself on her face and took a deep breath of relief.

"Hey, Lols. You're being missed at the magazine. Girls are going crazy without you to shield them from Melina's attacks." He laughed on the other side of the phone.

"Their problem, weren't they happy to have break from me? Oh well, Zara got her wish and now she's replacing me in the suffering. Life is beautiful."

"True story. So, 'sup?"

Lola could not help but giggle a little and turn around to change her position when she spotted Zwart coming with Amanda in her direction, although a little far. "Bro, I have to go, I'm sorry. Business."

"Girl, there's something called fun. Have you heard of it?"

"My job is fun, all right?"

"I kid but you hurt."

"Bye, J. Call you back." She said while heading toward Zwart and Amanda, who had stopped right by Jamie and Kevin. Lola braced herself on the way to where they were, thinking about all the male beautiful models she has been around and dated ever since she started at the magazine. But he was different, she did not know why, he just was.

"You must be Lola." Zwart said and smiled at her while offering her his hand, which she took and shook slightly.

"Nice to meet you, Sir." The editor said, smiling and bowing lightly her head as a sign of respect.

"No formalities, please. You may call me Zwart or Harald." The director sighed and looked at Jamie, holding the boy by the shoulders patiently. "Your assignment. Well, your main assignment. And as an addition, you will be assisting the Costume Director when he is not getting you in trouble."

Lola's mouth dropped open slightly and she felt her body stiffen. What the actual fuck? The girl thought about making a run for it, but the man standing by Jamie reminded her that this was her dream, working at a movie – specially one she was a fan of – as costume anything. So she put herself together. "What does it mean?"

"You'll have to wake him up and make sure he doesn't come scowling at everyone, make sure he doesn't get into trouble when we're not filming… Think of it as baby-sitting."

"Hey, that's not fair. And I bet she'd rather baby sit Kevin." A grin played on Jamie's lips.

"Anyone but you would be just fine with me. But it's OK. Am I allowed to punish him?"

"As long as you don't hurt his pretty face and keep him up to duty, you're allowed to do to him whatever it is you want. I showed your friend your trailer and you got my e-mail with the schedule, right?"

"Yes, thank you."

"I need your phone number, and you'll need mine. Also, get Jamie's and someone else's who's got a car here. You'll need it." He looked crossly at Jamie and left babbling something about how Lola should get his number with someone from the cast or crew. The director did not even give her time to tell him she had his phone number.

"I have his number and a car. Right now, I really need a shower. You may drop by my trailer later. I think about ten." Kevin offered and Lola's heart sped up.

"I have his number and yours, Kevin, not to worry." Jamie said, involving the red-headed with one arm and smiling.

"Then I shall go, shower awaits me. Nice to meet you, Lola—" Kevin said while walking toward his trailer and added, looking at Amanda. "And you too."

Lola turned to Jamie, feeling all her rage burn up. "If you don't take your arm off of me, I'll take your tiny little... Well, you know?" She looked down. "Off."

Jamie took his arm off of her shoulders. "Look, we got off the wrong foot…"

"You dropped me to the floor and were nothing but arrogant and rude! And I'm supposed to baby sit you? I'm gonna kill you!"

"I'm sorry. Restart?"