i miss you, i'm sorry → timothée chalamet.

O27. → i like your hat!

༊*·˚ CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN *ೃ༄

i like your hat!

september 3, 2022 - venice film festival

joe and haley were on a boat. an italian vaporetto, to be exact.

they were headed to the cinema where the story of a pretty woman would be screened for the venice film festival. joe wore a formal tuxedo, while haley was dressed in a gorgeous, floral white ballgown that had a slit. it's sleeves were off-shoulder, and the material that covered her arms was puffy and made her feel regal, in a way.

"oh god, i feel like i'm gonna trip." she complained, grabbing joe's arm to steady herself as she tried to navigate her way around the moving vehicle.

"you're supposed to be a model," he sighed. "aren't you used to this?"

"if you were a model, you'd try to forget what it feels like to wear heels for twenty-four hours straight." she shot back. there were more cameramen as opposed to cast members: haley learned that being the star entailed getting your own boat with at least another two costars, and those were joe and greta.

they made conversation as the ride went on, occasionally becoming more aware of the cameras around them that were intended for b-roll/video montage purposes.

"thank you," haley said in an overly posh british accent as joe offered her a hand in getting out of the boat and onto the dock. afterwards, they reconvened with the rest of the cast and made their way towards an array of stationed cars as photos of them were taken.

joe and haley were directed to one car, while the rest of the cast were split up in threes and headed to the other ones that were lined up.

two minutes later, the chauffeur parked their black car right next to the other three that the rest of the cast had travelled in.

"don't go out yet," instructed robert, who had tagged along as both haley's manager, agent, and Well-Meaning Friend.

"why not?" joe asked.

"'why not', he says." robert said under his breath. "you have to keep them wai-ting." he said, enunciating each syllable.

"i'm so fucking nervous." haley said, her leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.

joe, not wanting to touch her leg, hovered his hands over her knee as if he was willing her to stop. "stop that, you're making me anxious!"

"allllll right, go out now." robert shook his head and briskly shooed them out. "out, out, i say!"

joe exited first, then held the door open for haley, who was greeted by photographers coming from her right.

"HALEY! JOE! OVER HERE!" a load of cameramen ran up towards the two stars who still stood beside the car with it's door open, before they even got onto the red carpet.