Sawyer sat back down beside Elizabeth, passing her the drink he had made which cemented their decision to stay there for a while.
She looked down at the cup, inhaling the pleasant-smelling steam. It was just coffee, this time.
“When do you leave for filming?”
He asked it with genuine curiosity in his tone, but it was clearly about more than satisfying that.
“It’s at the end of April and it runs through to the start of June – I don’t remember the dates exactly. I’m not needed the entire time, but it’s the kind of thing where it’s easier to just stay away in a hotel for the days I have off. We’ve got to go all over the place for it. Honestly, I wish I hadn’t accepted this. I felt like I owed my agents big time after… well, everything.””
“Do you think you’re going to be OK on your own by
