AN: Thanks for the reviews...I hope you continue to enjoy my story.
The cool breeze hit her skin as she walked out of the airport. She knew that England wasn't as hot as the US, but feeling the nip in the breeze she realised just how different the temperature was. She glanced around at the cars, buses and cab's circling around the parking lot, until she caught sight of the deep green limo waiting to take her to the hotel. Sliding into the back seat, after the driver took her bags, she let out a deep breath. There were times when she was a teenager where she'd pictured visiting other cities, other countries, but the reality of being here in London was a lot better.
"Ms Tabitha Tomko-Rollins?" the driver asked, she nodded, too in awe to correct him. She took a mental note to official change her name to Tibby Rollins in order to avoid situations like this.
The drive felt long. Tibby stared out of the window as the streets and building rushed by. On sight of shops called Marks and Spencers and Waitrose she longed for Macy's and Bloomingdales, despite not shopping in either. It was a strange feeling of homesickness, yet she knew she didn't miss home. She missed the Sisterhood, Brian and if she really admitted it, her family. But most of all she missed the familiar. Her wish was granted as the big yellow M came into view, side by side with a Starbucks sign. Maybe she could handle this. She thought as the limo slowed beside a beautiful old building.
"The Charlton Hotel." the driver informed her. It took a moment, but Tibby finally nodded and slid out of the limo. The driver finished putting her bags on the ground, muttered a goodbye and climbed back into his limo. She turned, remembering she hadn't tipped him, to see the trunk of the limo disappearing into the traffic.
"This is it." she thought aloud, pulling her bags up the stone steps and into the hotel.
An hour after exploring the hotel and her suite, Tibby entered the Corporal Lounge, a room roughly the size and shape of an average sized classroom. In the centre were some tables arranged in a 'T' shape. Two men stood at the front attempting to work a laptop and projector, whilst six others were seated around the table. She immediately recognised Andy, the writer.
"Hello, I'm Tibby Rollins." she greeted him, holding out a hand. The man smiled, greeted her and introduced the producers and casting team.
"And this is Edward Bardot." he introduced, sending a shiver down Tibby's spine. "He is the director."
"I, I thought…" Tibby began, before being interrupted.
"Edward, this is Tibby, your assistant."
There was a long pause in which Tibby and Edward Bardot stared at each other, a look of confusion on Tibby's face and a look she couldn't explain on Edwards.
"You look twelve." he grumbled as way of greeting her.
"I'm twenty-two." Tibby defended.
There wasn't any time for discussion as the meeting began. Tibby tried to listen to what was going on but two things were running through her mind; she was told she'd be directing the movie, instead she was assistant to Edward Bardot. It bothered her that she hadn't been informed of this fact. On the other hand, she had studied Edward Bardot's work in college and her admiration was high. So what if she didn't get to do the job alone, she'd be working with one of the most successful directors of recent years.
AN: Please review when you've read, it's so nice to find out what you think of my work.