LANCE
After we wrap up today’s shoot, I head to Alex’s trailer. He opens it after three knocks. As soon as our eyes meet, it’s painstakingly obvious he thought of slamming the door on my face.
“What do you want?” He asks, leaving the door open and turning around to resume what he was doing.
I step inside. His bags are neatly arranged on top of a long drawer, papers neatly stacked on top of his vanity table. Bottles of sunscreen, moisturizer, and a few other skincare products are perfectly lined up on the corner. It’s organized and well-kempt, which is rare. I look at Alex to make sure I’m in the right trailer.
“Everything okay?” I ask. “You were quieter than usual today.”
He shrugs.
“I heard about Finn’s mother. Zander’s pretty devastated. How are you holding up?”
He turns to face m
