When we were both changed, we went upstairs and walked to the stern of the boat where a large group of men stood mingling.
"So there are more people than I thought on this voyage." I whispered. "But, if I may ask, are they all working on the movie?"
"Yep." Ann said. "They all have some form of work to do that has to do with this movie. I want you to meet the man that I am co-working with."
I followed her as she made her way to a small cluster of men that were standing close to the railing.
"See the one with the safari outfit?" she whispered. "That's Bruce Baxter."
"Now I know where I've heard his name before."
"Where?" Ann asked.
"He starred in one of my Pa's movies." I said.
"Oh." Ann said. "Which one?"
"I'm not sure but-"
"Good-evening Ms. Darrow." a voice behind us said.
We turned around simultaneously and saw Mr. Driscoll standing behind us.
"Good-evening Mr. Driscoll." Ann replied.
"And good-evening to you Ms. Davison." he greeted me. I looked at them both out of the corners' of my eyes and realized something.
"Ann," I said turning to her, "I need to use the restroom. Just talk with Mr. Driscoll till I get back."
Ann nodded and I turned around and walked in the direction of the restroom.
On my way, I saw Preston walking up the stairs, and as soon as he saw me, he turned around and started to walk in the opposite direction. I ran after him and down the stairs and said, "Wait! Mr. Preston wait!"
He stopped and turned around to look at me. His head was drooped down as if he were embarrassed about something.
"Y-yes?" he said shyly.
"I just wanted to ask-" I started, but didn't get the chance to say anything in reply.
"I'm sorry for eavesdropping Ms. Davison. I promise it won't happen again. I just happened to be walking by and I heard the singing, and I stopped to listen to it."
I smiled kindly at him and giggled.
"I don't mind you listening, in fact, I wanted to get your opinion on the song. How did you think of it?"
Preston looked rather surprised.
"I-I thought it was very nice Ms. Davison. You have a lovely voice."
I blushed at the compliment.
"Please don't call me Ms. Davison, Mr. Preston. Just Jessica will do fine."
"All right, but only if you call me P-Preston."
"Sure, um now if you'll excuse me, I need to go use the restroom."
Preston nodded and I slid past him and went into the restroom, closing the door slow enough that I got to watch him go back up the stairs with a smile on my face.
