"That was embarrassing." Zak informed me as I was still sat on the grass holding my head. He had dismissed the crew onto tasks, something I was grateful of at this moment in time.

"Sorry you feel that way." I murmured. My mind felt like it had been on a fast moving carousel and that I had been thrown off suddenly. Leaving my body still, but my eyes and mind still spinning.

"What did you have for breakfast?" He asks pulling up the grass between his feet whilst in a crouching position.

I wet my lip trying to relieve the parched feeling in my throat. "I didn't.."

"I'm sorry? For a second it sounded like you said you didn't have anything." He forced out.

I looked up with a half smile "Sorry?"

His eyes shifted darker with annoyance "You're a fucking liability!" He hisses before stalking away leaving me to groan.

The last thing I needed was another war between us being waged. I for one didn't have the energy to tell him to remove the stick from his ass. The most I could do was hold my head up, right now.

Seeing him come back towards me with an epic strut, I groan again and lower my head between my knees. Hoping that a small pit would open up and consume me... Quickly.

A bottle of water lands between my feet, followed by a granola bar.

"Eat it."

I pull the bottle of water across the grass and unscrew the cap before drinking half the bottle straight back, sighing at the cool sensation that slivers down my throat.

"Oh that's nice.." I breathe.

His staring had me pull the granola bar up and unwrap it enough to stuff it into my mouth.

"Good. Now you can tell me why you didn't eat anything."

I roll my eyes and gesture to the bar sticking out of my mouth.

"Don't make out you're hungry now, I told you to eat this morning and you didn't bother. So why didn't you have food?"

"I wanted to read."

He looks at me incredulously "Read?! You've just passed out and all because you wanted to read?"

"I wanted to know what happened to Andy and–"

"I don't give a shit!"

"Oh Zak!" I raise my voice making him throw his hands onto his hips. "I get it! You're pissed and I'm holding up your filming time! I should have eaten something and I didn't. But I really haven't got the strength to argue with you right now!"

Pushing my hand against my forehead, I continue to eat the granola bar until it's gone, ignoring his presence looming over me.

"Good, now you can collect your things from the car. Bacon will be here in a minute to take you back."

My head snaps up to meet his face "What?!"

"You're no use like this. You're going back to the rental and you can either use the time to learn about the drones and anything else you haven't learnt yet, or as you find it so important... Read." He turns and stalks away.

"Asshole." I retort causing him to stop, I know he's heard me as his fists clench before he continues. "You know if you didn't tear my book up, I would have been able to eat in the morning."

Yeah. I threw that at him...

+++

As promised, Bacon picks me up and brings me back to the rental, leaving me to potter around in boredom.

Sifting through the contents of the fridge and cupboards, I decide to make a list of ingredients I'd need to make dinner and hitch a ride with Bacon as he tells me he's heading into LA to meet up with some family.

Dropping me off at the store, he heads off leaving me to do my shopping in peace and to walk around with my phone stuffed to my ear talking to Jack.

'It's quiet without you..'

"I bet you don't even know I've gone."

' I do... The apartment is tidy.'

I gasp down the phone making him chuckle.

'Only kidding babe.'

"How's work?" I ask grabbing fresh ingredients.

'Busy, I won the contract with famoaks, they took their sweet ass time in settling on a deal which benefitted us both but they caved eventually. Looking at a big commission price coming my way from the boss.'

I smile "That's amazing. They've been playing around for almost a year now, too. Well done for landing them."

'Thanks. Sorry you're day hasn't been great. How are you feeling?'

Yeah, I had told Jack. Simply because I don't keep things from him, never have, never will. Plus I almost went into a rant about Zak but when Jack agreed with Zak's actions, I simmered down and saw his side to things.

Almost.

We carried on talking around the store until I came to the check out and  ended the call with him. Because I hate being on the phone whilst a person is serving me, it's plain rude. And there's enough rude people in this world already, I do not need to be one of them.

+++

There were many ways of cooking spaghetti bolognese. I could pull up several different recipes with several different ways of cooking it. But none would taste as nice as the one I make. Bias? Absolutely but if it was one thing I was proud of, it was of how I hit the standards of a Spag Bol out the window.

My secret?

A slow cooker..

As soon as I had arrived back home via a taxi, I had set to work, cooking off the beef mince, chopping onions, peppers, tomatoes, garlic, fresh herbs, mushrooms and carrots.

Yes, I said it. Carrots.

Poppy's mum had made it one day with carrots in, at first I was perplexed and so confused but when I ate it... Hot damn.

And after many dishes later, I had perfected it. All thanks to a slow cooker that let the juices and sauce ferment and create a dish I could eat over and over and never get bored.

I had no idea when Bacon would be back, or Zak for that matter. They still had a few hours of filming left, so whilst dinner cooked itself. I decided to take a shower.

This rental had a large glass walk in shower, with a band of frosted glass going around the middle. Giving a little modesty to whoever was inside.

With the spray jetting down on me, thundering into the muscles at the top of my back, I sigh and roll my head around washing my face and hair before flicking my hair back to do it all again.

I'm deep in relaxation. When it comes to an abrupt end. Fast..

So freaking fast...

The door swings open to the bathroom and Zak is walking in, belt undone and just about to whip out his mini me when he freezes.

I freeze.

I'm naked.

He's got his hand in his pants.

And we are staring at each other.

It's as if my senses come crashing back to me all at once as I try to hide my body and clamp my eyes closed at the same time. Hoping when I opened them again, it would be a figment of my imagination.

"GET OUT!" I scream as panic fills my body.

He jumps and instantly pulls his hand from his pants. As if he's a teenage boy being caught doing something he shouldn't be with a sock and a dirty magazine.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know!" He defended himself.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME! CLOSE YOUR EYES! GET OUT!"

My poor heart is hammering against my lungs trying to escape, my face is burning bright red and my soul has curled up and died.

This was not happening..

"I'm not! I-"

"GO!"

The door slams shut and I waste no time in getting my butt out the shower and into a towel or three.

Then I run back into my room and lock myself in side. Willing for the world to swallow me up.

As if my day could get any worse?!

I pass out and flashed my boss, leaving nothing to the imagination. Not that I wanted to be in his imagination..

Ever.