Messing with Brian

Olivia froze for a moment. Was he flirting with her? In her world, men didn’t dare. They admired from afar, but none had the courage to approach. “Oh… am I making you uncomfortable?” he asked, cheeks tinting pink. His shy expression made Olivia smirk inwardly. Can any man resist me? she thought. Brian wouldn’t be any different. “Hi,” she finally replied, her tone light but commanding. “I’m new here too,” he said quickly, his smile widening. “I heard you just joined the project. If you ever need help with anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’m Dylan.” He spoke with genuine enthusiasm, clearly captivated by her poise. “How old are you?” Olivia asked suddenly. Dylan blinked, startled. “Excuse me?” “Stop acting like a high schooler when you’re this tall,” she said coolly. “It’s unsettling. Like an antelope pretending to be a cat.” Without waiting for his response, she stood. “I’m sure you already know my name,” she added and walked toward the director, who was motioning for her to get on set