"Let's see.cream cheese with vanilla icing on the edge? And your mocha, of
course."
"Perfect, sweetheart. Want a sip? I've got a scene to film."
"I tried to hurry."
"It's not your fault I have a job. Here, have a sip. It's a decent reward
for you running valiantly across the lot without spilling any of my
precious mocha on yourself." She smiled. She loved his voice.
When she turned, holding his drink as she would diamonds, Emma Watson saw
the back of her black tank top: "Crew Assistant". "Amanda!"
She turned. "Oh, hey, Emma."
"Can I have a sip? It's too early. I'm beat already and it's not even ten."
She shook her head, smiling coyly. "Sorry. It's for Alan only."
"You're not Alan."
"So? He's gracious. I didn't ask for much pay."
"Of course not. Hey, stop being a Slytherin, eh?"
"Where's your assistant?"
"Shopping."
"Tsk, tsk. You should lower her mocha intake."
"Oh, she doesn't get any. Of course, neither do I."
"Amanda! I said a sip!"
"Oh, God, Alan, you scared me again." She grinned sheepishly. "So sorry."
"Nah, just pulling your chain."
"And she falls so well for it, too."
Amanda shot Emma a dangerous glare, but Alan chuckled.
"Gryffindor scene, you little mudblood." Tom yelled from the back of the
set, trying out his part.
"Coming."
And finally she alone could share his airspace.
