I fell in love with you toward the end of the shoot. I had a giddy, embarrassing, totally off limits crush on you for longer but I remember when it went different. I was up on the second floor where we were shooting and you were down below with the cart. I threw a grape at you and I think that’s when you put your hood up, dramatically. (I could be remembering that wrong but I know your hood was up. Did you have a camera that I was hiding from? The place is so clear but the details have gone fuzzy.) I stole glances down at you. You were labeling your cases with ‘sound department’ cutouts. You had an xacto knife and were concentrating. You looked small down there, childlike, labeling your things with care. Neatly. I loved you.