“What do you want?” she asked.
“Stay here a minute. Let everyone else go on.”
“I want to talk to you.”
“Shouldn’t you be doing some work? Or, whatever it is you do here.”
“Two minutes. That’s it.”
John and Ellie watched the rest of the cast walk into another large building, and then he lightly took hold of her arm and led her into the canteen.
“Right, I need to apologise.”
“Me and Claire.”
“It’s your pregnant wife you need to apologise to – not me.”
“You know I’m married?”
“Oh yes. Why are you surprised? Did you not want me knowing?”
“No, I don’t care if you know.”
“Good, because I’m not being taken for a fool. I knew you were a bit of a prick before today, but stupidly I was fooled by your fancy car and your knight-in-shining armour routine. Now though, I know I was completely right about you in the first place.”
“What you saw this morning was really me. But, I don’t want people to see me like that. You’re the only person, other than my wife, to know.”
“I’m not falling for it again.”
“Why would I lie?”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“Because I like you. Look, I know you felt it earlier too. There was something – some connection.”
“So what if there was?”
“We can’t just ignore it.”
“Yes, we can. You’re married and have a baby on the way. I have a connection to chocolate – doesn’t mean I eat it all the time. People always feel they have a ‘connection’ to something or someone, and hardly anyone acts on it, so why should we?”
“You’re saying you felt it too?”
“Well, yes and –” Ellie was stopped by John kissing her. At first she tried to push him away, but gave in and let herself relax.
Then, there was a loud voice calling their names. They broke away from each other, just before the voice reached them. It was Scott, who was surprised to find both John and Ellie.
“There you two are. We were all wondering where you were.”
“Sorry, Scott, I lost my script and asked Ellie to help me find it.”
Scott narrowed his eyes, suspiciously. “Hmm. Well, you better hurry up. We’re already hours behind schedule.”
John walked out of the canteen, followed by Ellie and Scott.
“I hope you weren’t doing what I think you were, El.” Scott quietly said.
“Whatever do you mean?”
“I knew something would happen.”
“Nothing has happened. He’d just lost his script.”
“Promise me it won’t go any further.”
Ellie conceded. “I promise.”
“It’ll only end in tears. I don’t want to see you hurt – not again.”
Ellie didn’t reply. Instead she found herself thinking ‘nothing can be as bad as then.’