"Cut, cut, cut!" the director shouted, frustration evident in his voice.
Nico sighed. Filming wasn't going really well. One of the lighting got busted earlier and then this time, one of the cameras apparently malfunctioned. Nina wasn't in a particularly good mood as well and was acting up like a diva. And the director and the crew... well, they were having a hell of a difficult time.
"I'm sorry, Nico, Nina. Just...take a little break for a while, okay?" the director ran a hand through his thinned out hair and shook his head. He headed towards the camera that had malfunctioned, muttering expletives under his breath.
Nina, Nico's blonde co-star, rolled her eyes.
"Can you believe this shit? I mean, how useless can the camera crew be?" she paused, waiting for Nico to respond. But when she didn't get anything out of the actor, she huffed and stormed away.
Nico sighed and turned towards his assistant. The middle aged woman smiled patiently at him.
"Not a good day, is it?" she asked.
"Definitely not. I'm fine waiting. But Nina... well, her temper itself is trouble enough for everyone," he reached out and took the phone and the cup of coffee his assistant handed him.
"Thanks, Molly. I'm just gonna slip out for a while. Send me a message if we're up and running again, okay?"Molly nodded.
"Alright."A few minutes later, Nico walked out of the set, sunglasses on and hood pulled down low on his face. He held the paper coffee cup in one hand, the other crammed in the pocket of his gray hoodie. He headed straight to the only place he doubted anyone would pay attention to him. The library across the street.
Once there, he passed by the parking lot, noticing the purple haired librarian conversing with a man wearing a shirt and boxer shorts. It was a strange sight but Nico decided not to intervene. He had been hanging out in the library for several days now and the librarian never really reacted to his presence. It was either she didn't recognize him or didn't care that there was an actor around. Either way suited him fine. Privacy and silence were rare in his line of work. If he intervened now then there was that possibility that he would blow his cover and be unable to hang out in the library anymore. Privacy gone.
He made his way in, chose a corner table and sat down. He chuckled when he noticed a magazine on the table. It had his face plastered all over its cover. He removed his sunglasses and placed it on the table.
"Talk about coincidence," he said as he reached out and flipped it open, taking a sip of his coffee as he did.