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I step forward, picking up the piece of paper and unfolding it Scanning my eyes over the list, and then to the insane amount of clothes, I shake my head

This is going to be tough

I spend the next few hours sifting through the clothes, cliet to the upper layers Most of it wouldn’t fit, either the person or the scenario, and so I’m left with a small pile in the corner

Running back and forth, I frantically match them, measure them The summer day is LA-hot and there’s hardly any ventilation in here Sweat coatso

I’m not sure how much time has passed I’m just so focused on the task

Okay,elsewhere on set

Inthere in his tight-fitting jacket, his hulking body pushing at the searimace he’s become famous for

Braden is a very private ht on ca and haunted look in his eyes Or he looks furious, every feature taut, as though he’s ready to tear the cae

I haven’t seen hi to really freak out I’ve had his photo on my wall since I was thirteen, when I first saw him in a drama about a recluse who returns to society when his ruff, and yet with an undercurrent of emotion that swam beneath his stony expression

I wonder if he’s like that in real life, or hthearted person

But it doesn’t matter

If I do see him, he won’t see me He’ll never think to look twice at me

So I need to stop this tingling inht impossible

I turn at the sound of the door opening

“I’o…”

My aze lands on theabout

Braden Braxten stands there in a Victorian jacket, a tear down the side, going from his armpit to his hip He looks like a beast who tore out of his clothes His silver hair is styled long on the top but cropped short on the sides, and his penetrating eyes staring hard into me

Suddenly the room feels smaller

“I need a new jacket,” he snaps like it’s irl needs to be tested, so here I am”

My throat goes dry, h h the movie theater sound systeo