Avery nodded, signaling the director to go ahead and shoot the supporting cast's scenes first.
With a purposeful stride, he headed towards Leah.
Hyvin spotted him and quickly offered a greeting. Avery returned a polite smile.
The place was swarming with paparazzi and fan girls. If he ignored Hyvin, the gossip would spin it.
"You shooting around here too?" he asked.
Hyvin nodded, "I'm in the next theater group, so I came over to see and say hi."
"Break a leg." Avery clapped him on the shoulder, then turned to Leah, "Let's head to the dressing room. Need to adjust my getup."
"Sure thing." Leah rose from her seat.
Hyvin stood up as well, "Guess I'll head back then. We should hang out sometime when you're free."
"Sounds good." Leah offered a warm smile.
After he left, Avery ushered Leah into his dressing room and shut the door behind them to ward off any paparazzi.
"You and Hyvin go way back?" he asked.
"He was the second billing in the last production. We kinda hit it off," Leah replied nonchalantly, oblivious to the shadow creeping into Avery's eyes.
Avery lifted his hand, gently stroking her hair, "Showbiz is tricky. Best not get too chummy with folks."
Her eyes, wide and puzzled, met his, "Worried I'll blab? Relax, Avery. Mum's the word with me. I won't spill a thing."
He realized she'd gotten the wrong end of the stick, but he wasn't sure how to explain that his unease simply came from not liking her too close to any other guy.
Impatiently, he tugged at his clothes.
Leah quickly checked them, "Your outfit's on point, hair's well-styled. You're looking sharp."
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