Angelina

She had managed to walk to the door, but her eyes refused to leave Elle when she changed into another shirt. The blonde's back curved down beautifully from the sides and she had to pinch her eyes closed for a moment. She still could feel the girl's skin under her fingers. What was wrong with her? This wasn't only inappropriate but also prohibited, she wasn't supposed to think anything but a friendship with Elle. But thinking about friendship was hard as she looked older than she really was, the girl's height was nearly the same as hers and she didn't seem so young in her eyes. If she would have walked past her on the street, she couldn't tell her age. But no matter how hard she tried to figure out some explanations, there was nothing she could do about the things. She had to get over this, like she had done in the past with her other co-stars who had given her feelings, or more likely desires. Of course there had been some exceptions, not even talking about her former lover, but this was a totally different thing. How she always had to get these feelings with the people who with she was supposed to work? Always the wrong people at the wrong time.

The brunette realized that she had to concentrate. "Are you sure? I bet Aurora has never cooked." She smiled back to Elle. Her father had told her years ago that being in the movie business raised sometimes strange, uncertain and strong feelings and the ones who were supposed to stay with this career had to handle them in some way. As the girl turned around, she avoided her eyes and glanced at the kitchen. Only now she noticed that the aroma of the omelette had surrounded them, and she had almost forgotten what they were doing before the accident. "Are you still hungry? Our little meal is waiting untouched." Angelina asked, hoping the girl wouldn't start to despise the kitchen, as if she was waiting to cook with her again.

They walked back to the kitchen, but somehow her appetite had disappeared. "So, there's a pool? I would like to go and see." She finally agreed to the blonde's suggestion. Would spending time with her make everything even worse? It hadn't helped in the past, but maybe she was more grown up this time. Angelina was glad that she was able to keep her facial expressions blank enough to hide her contradicted thoughts. This was all about her being lonely, right?

"Have you met all the other actors already?" The brunette questioned in hope of getting something else to think about. She cut the omelette in half and put each piece on a plate, serving them on the table.

Elle

"Well I doubt Aurora would even want to cook after the disasters that have come from the kitchen produced by her aunts. We all know that they are terrible cooks, I am sure she is afraid to even look that direction." Elle replied laughing and shaking her head. Hearing the question asked, her eyes widened and nodded, "Oh, yeah!" Looking down at her bandage, she made sure the wound was not gushing any more blood before walking over and getting plates out of the cabinets.

"You want to go to the pool?" She asked in a surprised tone of voice, "I mean… are you going to swim?" Elle asked a little to excited, "I love to swim, it's my favorite sport and the only one where I don't have to have any coordination." With her cheeks becoming more flushed by the second, her eyes found their way to the floor as the smile remained against her lips.

Sitting down at the table, Elle pulled her feet up underneath her and dug into the food, taking a bite. "Wow!" She said to herself as she inspected the omelette, realizing that she had made the food that they were eating and that it was in fact, edible. Tucking her long golden locks behind her ear, she nodded, "Yes! I met Imelda at the studio last week for our fitting and then I ran into Sharlto for a moment or so. Not that many, but still. You are the third person, and they say third times the charm."

Was that flirtation? Did she just flirt toward Angelina? It definitely was Elle flirting and half of her did not feel bad about it. The woman was attractive and all that could go through her mind was Angelina being with her. Swallowing the bite harshly in her throat, she placed down her fork and sat still for a moment or two, knowing her face looked like a tomato. "I'm going to go get into my bathing suit."