On Saturdays my crew only had a half day of work. We were finishing up the construction of the set. It was really looking good, it was close to what I imagined so I was happy with the progress we had made. We had a couple more sets to make before we wrapped up in New Mexico. It turned out that I was staying for those other projects, which I was not to pleased with. But we were short a manager. Around three on the first Saturday I was down in New Mexico I had plans to pick up Chris at the airport at three.

I entered the baggage claim where I picked my stuff up a week ago. The baggage claim had huge windows that made it really sunny so I kept my sun glasses on and patiently waited with my sign. Bouncing on my toes I wondered how I even became friends with Chris. We weren't in the same circles, we had totally different jobs, and different lifestyles. But here I was standing around waiting with a homemade sigh that I had written his first name on. I know myself well enough to admit that making friends isn't the easiest for me, especially if I don't see them everyday. Everything about my friendship with Chris seemed fragile to me. I expected it to end any minute and just become a blimp in both our minds. I imagine I'll just become another random name of people he's met in his famous lifetime. He won't even think of me one day. And for me, well, I'll probably see some headlines on the milestones of his life like getting married, becoming a father, etc. I didn't know how to approach or feel about a friendship that I figured would dissolve. Was it worth even getting invested in? Was it worth getting deeply invested in?

I noticed him first as he came through the hallway. He had a hat on and was trying to look invisible. Sadly for him, he is a six foot, hunk of a man, so being invisible isn't much of an option. He finally glanced up from the ground and saw me standing there with a sign that read his name. He smiled widely and walked a little faster towards me.

"Lucy," He greeted happily, and I grinned seeing him. He had shaved his beard and his hair peeking out from under his hat was blonder. I almost missed the beard, but either way he still looked great.

"Hey Chris" I said and I felt the urge to hug him, but I didn't.

"It is great to see your shining face, let me tell you, this week has been awful!" I told him as we walked towards the line with his luggage. His smile reached his eyes and he said nothing but he didn't need to. I helped him grab some of his luggage and we were off to my rental car.

"You know I kinda miss the beard" I mentioned to him backing out of my spot, and he touched his face.

"Me too, but Cap's gotta look clean cut."

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I'm staying here an extra few weeks. Well, I'm staying the full length of the filming in New Mexico. I was only supposed to be here two weeks but not anymore."

"What happened?"

"I've got to find a new construction manager."

"Oh yeah, ouch. I'm so glad you fired that asshole."

"He had it coming to him. I've already got Whitney accepting applications."

"Good for you. I'm sorry you had to put up with him."

"Me too, he's lucky I didn't take this car and run him over with it a couple of times." We reached Chris' hotel, which was worlds fancier than mine. His hotel was a regular five star hotel, with valet parking and a fountain outside. It was bigger, and taller than my hotel.

"Here let me help you get your stuff." I volunteered parking the car. We both got his stuff out and headed into the huge lobby. The lobby was huge, with a piano playing and a full bar. The furniture was clean, comfy looking but high end. I'm pretty sure I saw myself in the tile below me feet. The glass ceiling was high and gave the lobby a very open feeling. Chris checked in and we headed up to his room.

"Where are you staying?" He asked opening the door for me.

"The Marriott a couple blocks away." I answered nonchalantly. Chris' room was huge, it actually had rooms. It had a small kitchen, a big bathroom, a living room and a bedroom.

"Whoa, your bathroom is the size of my room." I blurted out making Chris laugh a little.

"I mean I'll never fully understand why you need a bath tub and a shower." Chris admitted looking at the jets on the bathtub.

"Oh I know! I guess we're just not bath people. I always found it gross to soak in your own dirty water."

"Ew, God, Lucy." Chris laughed scrunching up his nose at the idea. I sat down on his couch in front of the very large TV and realized something. This hotel room, was close to the same size as my apartment back home, if not bigger. The thought made me want to laugh a little.

"Hungry? I know a couple good places to eat." I mentioned glancing at Chris trying to decipher his facial expression. He sat down next to me, spreading out his arms on the back of the couch. He looked tired, and he was having a hard time between deciding to go out or stay in.

"You know there a grocery store just right around the corner, we could make something here." I commented and I watched as he relaxed a bit at the recommendation. There was a mini kitchenette in his room of course.

"That sounds good, I have to eat differently anyway. I need to make sure I'm getting the right micros."

"Oh my god, you're so healthy it's dumb."

We headed down to the grocery store and bought some food for the night. We decided on having a taco night.

"Let's make smoothies!" I excitedly said holding up some strawberries.

"Eh," Chris shrugged.

"You don't like smoothies? It's like a healthy milkshake!"

"I just don't have any strong opinions about them."

"Oh, I have a strong opinion on everything." I mumbled putting the strawberries back.

Chris chuckled, "You know, I can tell."

"Shut up." I laughed nudging his arm.

"How about this." He picked out a six back of Coronas.

"No, get good beer or none."

"What! This stuff is good."

"I don't like beer unless it's dark."

"Fine, how about alcoholic smoothies?" Chris compromised putting the strawberries in the cart.

"Yes! Margaritas and tacos!" I cheered grabbing some tequila.

"I really hope you can cook, because I can not." I told him up in the elevator with groceries in our hands.

"I can cook well enough." We put the stuff in the tiny kitchen. It had a mini fridge, a microwave, and a very small stove. Apparently it was big enough for tacos. I was in charge of the sitting and keeping Chris company. I washed the box of strawberries before turning to Chris.

"Uh, so we did not think this through. We don't have a blender so I don't think we can have margaritas tonight bud." I told Chris eating a strawberry.

"We can just order them from room service." I gave him a look.

"We're not ordering over priced alcohol smoothies. Just take a shot with each taco." I joked earning a look from Chris.

"Relax, I'll put it on the hotel tab."

"No, that'll make me feel even worse!" I answered eating another strawberry out of stress. "Want one?" I offered Chris.

"No," he smiled looking down at me amused.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just think you're funny."

"Probably just funny looking." I softly mumbled.

Chris burst out laughing throwing his head back, "Did you just burn yourself?!"

"I guess I did." I admitted laughing with him.

"I'm ordering you a strawberry margarita, Lucy."

"No salt on the rim please."

"Not on the rocks, right?"

"Right." I confirmed watching Chris call room service to bring us two drinks. I opened up the chips and salsa for us. When the drinks came we stood at the counter eating.

"Wow, this is good." I complimented using my plastic fork to eat the chicken for the tacos.

"Yeah, it's one of the two things I can cook pretty well."

"Whats the other?"

"Burgers."

"I can make lasagna, and salad."

"Luce, anyone can make salad." He mused dropping the y off my name. When he called me that, it brought me back to when I was younger. I haven't been called that in a while. I kinda liked that he calls me that.

"Okay, but it is a special salad, with homemade dressing and stuff."

"Oh my god, how did I ever survive without alcohol and blended strawberries. Maybe I didn't, my teen years sucked man." I joked as I took a long sip of the margarita. I dramatically rolled my eyes to the back of my head. Chris laughed even louder and I wondered if the people next to us could hear us. I smiled watching him laugh as he placed his hand on mine. His laugh was warm, and it made me laugh because it was so genuine and real. I don't know how to explain it, but every thing about Chris is comfortable, homey. When you're around him you don't have a worry in the world.

It was coming on to eight when we started to clean up dinner. We sat and talked for almost more than two hours. It felt good to have someone here with me.

"I should get going." I told Chris when I noticed the tiredness in his eyes again. They seemed to droop, but the color in them weren't any less blue.

"Yeah, do you have the day off tomorrow?"

"Yeah, want to do something? We could go to town and see whats up over there?" I asked him. He sat and weighed his options and I always forget that for him going out is harder. I had learned that Chris is a very thoughtful person. He thinks everything out.

"We could go around lunch time." He finally agreed looking up at me. He was sitting on a stool by the kitchen counter and I stood on the other side of it.

"Okay, I'll be back here around 11:30 if that's good with you. You look tired."

"I am. And 11:30 is fine. I'll expect you around 12:30." He said teasing me about my problem of being late everywhere I go.

"Uh now I gotta be on time to prove I can be on time! Well, goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow, and I'll buy lunch." I promised grabbing my purse. I considered giving him hug, a kiss on the cheek, or a pat on the back. Instead I just smiled and walked towards the door. I slowly turned the knob and I felt as if I forgot something but I left anyway.