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Paris was such a busy place, probably as busy as Los Angeles. He hailed a cab and opened the door for her where she slid into the backseat as he followed behind. When he closed the door, he said something to the driver in his perfect French, and the car pulled away from the curb and into the traffic. Amaya wondered what kind of place Christoph had in mind as she watched the scenery pass by.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she gave a slight jump as she yanked it out. She read the text message: it was from Brian.
Where you at?
She pursed her lips and flipped the phone closed. She was so not going to answer that. Brian would give her shit again if she said she was with Christoph.
After speaking with the driver about where to take them, Christoph sat back and looked to Amaya. The man seemed so content on where he was, where they were going, and who he was with. “It’s been a while since I’ve been in France,” he admitted to sta
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Within the next few days, filming began with a few other scenes. With the weather in France moving toward autumn, they had to rush the filming of some outdoor scenes, including the one they had done the other day. But today, Quentin had called for the filming of the bar scene. Christoph was going to be less busy than the rest of the actors, but he still had a small part that he had to prepare for. Before anyone else had set up, Christoph sat at one of the tables in the bar scene, dark so it could look like a basement, and he was reviewing his own lines and what he would be doing in his scene. It was short and simple, but he had to keep in mind how Hans Landa would behave in that scene.
Quentin entered the set and found Christoph sitting at one of the tables. He smiled and sat across from him. “We’re gonna start filming soon,” he said to Christoph, who looked up with a smile.
“Alright, I’ll leave in just
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The train ride to France was long, and Amaya found herself out in the French countryside. How and why she had been gerrymandered into to coming out here was beyond her comprehension. She failed to understand why in the world they needed a concept artist out in France, but as Jeff had explained, they needed a few extra hands to help with carrying equipment. Amaya did not consider herself particularly strong, so she figured Jeff had something to do with convincing the production manager to let her tag along, though she was rather grateful for the chance to see France.
They were to film the first scene today. It was the beginning of October, so Amaya pulled a light jacket on as she sat quietly in the grass with her drawing book. She had come out about a week beforehand to help get things set up, and she had worked on a few storyboards for the opening scenes here. Now all she had to do was wait until she and the other members w
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Christoph led Amaya down an alley where they came to a worn, wooden door. He opened the door to reveal a very narrow, dark staircase that led downward. Amaya gave Christoph a questioning look. He didn't strike her as the kind of guy who would have ill intention toward her, but one could never be too sure these days.
"It's awfully....dark," she remarked, glancing at him.
"Oh, well, that's a bit odd," he replied. "The light must have burned out." He gave a reassuring squeeze to her hand and smiled gently at her. "It's okay."
They descended the stairs before entering a small door hidden away on the left. Inside was a tacky, bicycle-themed cafe that was much more brightly lit than the stairwell had been. Every wall was covered in bicycles, old and new, bicycle parts, and other bicycle-related things. In the dining area, Amaya noticed that the tables and chairs didn’t even match. In fact, much of the furniture looked antique and well-worn from all the customers who
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