Skye's pov

I stared at him, my eyes wide.

"Finch," I said slowly

He didn't answer, he just stared at me like I just told him I was an alien from space.

Finally, he recovered himself and answered.

"Skye, I, I feel like I recognise you from somewhere. I just don't know where, or what..." He trailed off. I stared at him. From far away you would think we were having a staring contest or something.

"I do too," I whispered. "I mean, um, not me recognising me, or you recognising me, I mean me recognising you, " I finished frantically.

"Shush, Skye I get it. Where are you from? Hmm. Are you in a movie or something?" He asked.

"Um, no. I have pretty much lived here all my life. I have never been in a movie before, so I hope they will need extras for the one you guys are filming here. That would be so cool!" I knew I was rambling, but I couldn't help it.

"Are you acting in the film? Omigosh that would be so cool! I just can't wait! Having all the old clothing and old movie sets and actresses swishing around in big skirts. I can't believe this is-" He clamped his hand over my mouth.

"No, I'm not much of an actor. I'm just the producer's son. So your a vintage girl, eh? I like vintage girls."

I blushed. He likes vintage girls? I flashed back to a dream.

Finch was smiling at me. He pushed a piece of hair around my ear, and tucked a stem or marshmallow in its place.

"Skye" He whispered. "Skye"

I flashed back to the present.

"Skye, are you in there?" He asked.

"Wa, What?" I blinked and everything came into focus.

He laughed. I blushed again.

"You look so cute when you blush like that," he whispered. He realised what he had said and blushed hard.

I blushed even harder. I heard my name and looked behind me. Behind me, Summer and Coco were running up to call us back.

"Um, Finch?"

"Yes? " He asked cautiously.

"I want to tell you something. But we'll have to get some privacy."

"Um, okay" he answered.

At that moment Summer and Coco appeared.

"Oh Skye, you're alright. We were beginning to get worried. You've been out for ages!" Coco squealed.

"Oh Coco, she's fine. She was just talking to him." Summer gestured towards Finch with her hand.

"I'm Jamie. Nikki's son." he repeated.

"Hi Jamie. Skye you have to come back now. Paddy's made fudge cakes!" she exclaimed.

"Alright, I'll come. Fudge is just too much a temptation."

I sighed, then rubbed my belly.

"Yes! I knew she would never refuse the fudge!" Coco shrieked.

"You wanna come?" I asked Jamie.

"Okay." He decided. "I'll come."

Summer and Coco started walking down the hill, chattering about the beach or something. They took advantage of Finch being 'in' on the movie gossip and started badgering him with questions, like "ooh, what's it gonna be called?" and "Who's starring?". Finch patiently answered their questions and lagged behind to talk to me.

"What was that thing you wanted to ask me?" He asked.

"That'll have to wait till after the fudge," I taunted.

He huffed, then continued walking.