They ran their scenes a few times, talking about how to say the lines. An hour and a half later, they decided to call it a night.
“I’ll call you a car,” Austin offered.
“No need. I have a car.”
“I’ll walk you to it. No one should be out and about in the dark. I know it’s a closed theatrical set, but—why take chances?”
“Thank you. How are you getting home?”
“I’ve got a driver at my disposal. I don’t like driving like an American. It makes me nervous. Besides, I like to go over the day in my head while I travel.”
He grabbed up the food and followed her out to her car. She’d had to park rather far from the sound stage…
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