The Green Bean's door let out a quiet ding of a bell, making other people look up from their drinks. I spot Erin in the corner, drinking a cup of tea. She's reading some sort of book and scanning the lines.
I walk over to her table but she doesn't notice me so I clear my throat loudly.
"Hi." I said.
She looks up, her face not giving any expression at all. "Oh. You came."
I nodded, slowly. "I did." I slid into the seat in front of her. Was I not supposed to show? She sure was making me have second thoughts.
"Whatcha reading?" I asked, desperately trying to have a subject to talk about.
"'To Kill A Mocking Bird'." She shrugs.
"Oh. That's a great book." I nod. And it was.
"I guess." She closes the book and slides it into her bag. "Do you want something to drink...?"
"Nah." I shook my head.
A waitress comes to our table, holding a notepad. "Something to drink, sugar?" She asks me.
"Sure, a green tea frappuccino please." I smile at the waitress.
When the waitress leaves, Erin gives me a look. "I thought I didn't want anything to drink."
"I don't want you do spend money on me." I shrugged. It was true. I hated it when people paid for me. It's a free guilt trip. "Where'd you get that scarf?" I pointed to her pale beige scarf hanging loosely around her neck.
"What?"
"I always looked for a scarf like that but i never could find one. I mean, it kind of reminds me of the Hannah Montana scarf but it's not sparkly and that's good right?" I laughed. "Cause that would just be weird." I sung.
"Why are you so nice to me?" She suddenly demands.
"Huh?" I questioned as the waitress slid my drink on the table.
"After how I treated you yesterday, you're still so nice..."

I shrugged. "Bad habit. I can't hold a grudge."
She's quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" I asked, re-adjusting my position.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Erin, it wasn't your fault. You felt...upset. That happens."
"So this was what James meant." She sighed.
I winced. "You guys talk about me behind my back?"
"No, he said that you don't care whether your happy or not. You just want other people happy."
I shrugged again. "Like I said, bad habit."
She blinks. "No wonder Logan likes you so much."
"Huh?"
"You're a nice person, Caitlin." Erin says, looking at me.
I smiled at her, not sure how to respond. "I'm sorry if I made you feel like I stole anyone from you."
She shook her head. "You are crazy."
I laughed. "Want to go to the studio early to look at the scripts before everyone else?"
She looks at me then nods. "Let's go."
We get into my car and I drive us to the studio. Believe it or not, James' car is already there.
We push open the doors, saying hello to the doorman and made our way to the set.
James was sitting in his chair, flipping through the pages of the script with a smirk. He hears us approaching and looks up. He gives me devious grin and waves.
"Hello ladies."
"Hi." Erin says, sitting on her chair and taking the script from her seat.
"Hey James." I smile. "That the script?"
He nods. "Oh hey D said that's yours." He points to a chair like his except with my name on it. There's the script package on it and I pick it up with interest.
This was 100% going to be interesting.