"That's her," the craft services girl whispered to Blake, pointing to Laura as she walked past.
"Really?" Blake asked.
"Really!" she replied. "I saw her last night, after we wrapped. She ran over and got into Mr. Jarvis's jeep - she put on some dark sunglasses and slouched down, like she was trying to hide, and he totally peeled out of here!"
"Really..." Blake said, this time sounding more thoughtful. The intern and the director? That was awfully cliche, but it did seem to happen all the time.
"Blake?" The craft services girl was looking at him, like she had just asked something.
"Sorry, baby, I missed that - what did you say?" He flashed her a smile, hoping it would keep her from getting upset with him.
"It's okay," she said, grinning. "I wanted to know if you were busy tonight?"
"Sorry, gorgeous, but something has come up," Blake told her, keeping his smile on. "I'll call you later, though."
"Okay," she said, giving a little giggle as he got up and left the cart.
As he walked away, Blake shook his head just a little. Sometimes, he felt a little guilty about leaving a girl hanging. However, if she couldn't pick up on the fact that he still didn't bother learning her name... well, she almost deserved it.