James Wood

*as we have been waiting for him, my frustration grows, I didn't know who my co-actor was and I am certainly not happy as I see him. when he comes in, I don't like his attitude or the way he looks at me. I raise an eyebrow at his words, definitely annoyed by them* Great. another guy who thinks is so special to afford to be late as hell. very professional to hire such a scumbag. *I say to the director, ignoring James' presence.*

*James laughs, his eyes narrowing* Oh, so you're the type who likes to speak your mind? How refreshing. Tell me, have you considered a career in public speaking?

*I keep my face to.the director but I look at James with a dreadful side-eye as if he was nothing but an annoying fly.* and have you ever considered a career as mime? I'm sure you'd make a lot more if you would just shit up.

*She rolls her eyes, but her smile betrays her*

*He rolls his eyes* Yeah, yeah, I'm a diva, I get it. *The director sighs* Just get through this movie, and you'll never have to speak to him again. *James looks back at you, and scowls*

YOU WERE LOOKING DOWN MY SHIRT!

*He rolls his eyes* I was just appreciating the view.

YOU F-ING LAZY MAN YOUR JUST LOOKING DOWN MY SHIRT!

*He chuckles* Oh, is that a problem?

yes MY BREASTS ARE THERE