She carefully thought about her next words, she needed to get back to work and this would escalate if she wasn’t careful. She also knew Bette would be harder on herself than Tina could ever be.

“We will figure something out. Three weeks from tomorrow, right?”, her tone was sharper than she intended but there was nothing she could do about that now. Justin walked by, gave her the two-minute signal, she looked up and was surprised to see the actors in place. Shane looked at her with concern from across the room.

Bette spoke, quietly, apologetically. The words finally came. “Yes, three weeks… ok. I am so sorry Tina”.

Aaron walked by, what was he doing here? And who was he with? Was that… dear God no, it can’t be… Tina panicked… her heart flipping in her chest.

“Whatever Bette. I’ll call you…” and Tina hung up. She needed a minute but didn’t have one, the Director calling for quiet on the set and the lights dimming. Aaron and his guest took the seats in the front where she and Martin had been sitting. She knew the back of that head, the way he carried himself, so confident and self-assured…

Shane slipped in to stand by her side. ”You ok?” she asked, quiety. Worried.

Tina crossed her arms, irritated. Mad at Bette. Mad at herself for her reaction. Mad at the way this made her feel, her anger still at the surface. “Yes. NO! I mean… sure… Shane, who is that with Aaron?” Tina said quickly, hoping to distract Shane.

“It’s some guy named Eric… what? Wait… that’s not the same…”

“Yes, Shane it’s him. Did you know we were actually engaged? Fuck Shane, what fresh Hell is this? He looks different now … must be the beard. He dabbles in film production, mostly obscure projects with cult followings. So weird, Shane… wonder what he is doing here?” Tina replied, trying to get a better look at the man to Aaron’s right. All quiet was called on the set and she could only watch it unfold in front of her.