Broken

Three.

I applied the final coat of mascara to my lashes. I spent most of the time figuring out what to wear so I had to keep my makeup simple. A little concealer, powder, blush and mascara. It had been awhile since I had done my own makeup after attending all the premieres with Jake. I almost forgot what my natural skin looked like.
After seeing Jake deciding on wearing a plain black short sleeve shirt with blue jeans, I kept it casual too. I danced my butt to the beat of the music into my camouflage print leggings. I matched the leggings with a plain white v-neck T-shirt and an army green bomber jacket. I sat on a chair in our giant walk-in closet to tie up my black combat boots.
I grabbed a simple small clutch to throw my phone and keys into. Jake went to the car while I shut off the lights, grabbed copies of the script and locked up the house.

The small cafe, Lemon Cafe, we met Chris at was busy for a weekday evening but the owner, Rebecca, had set aside a table in the back to help with paparazzi or nosey people. We were escorted to the table by Rebecca, an energetic red head with gorgeous green eyes, where Chris was sitting on his phone, hiding under his Boston Red Sox baseball hat.
Chris saw us walking up so he stood to greet us, holding out his hand. His toned physique caught my attention first, besides the fact that he was a very handsome man. We shook hands with him, smiling uncontrollably.

"Thank you for meeting with me, guys. It's so nice to finally meet you, Sarah."
"It's nice to meet you too, Chris." I said, hoping my hand wasn't too sweaty. Chris turned to the table.
"Please have a seat." Jake ordered coffees for the both of us with Rebecca as he pulled out my chair. We both sat across from Chris. I nervously watched Chris while he waited for Rebecca to walk away before he began to speak. "I'm just going to start off by saying how incredibly fascinating this script is." He brought his copy of the script in front of him. I could see the blue color of his eyes light up from under the hat. I raised my eyebrows in shock.

"Wow, thank you so much." I finally spoke, still shocked. Chris let out a chuckle. He began to explain to us how much he appreciated the fact that we would consider to send the script to him since it would only be the second film he directed.
"But that's why we sent it to you. I know Sarah doesn't want this to be seen as a giant production." Jake said as quiet as he could. "The way she explained it to me was more like an indie film. Something small but could have big names attached to it."
"It doesn't have to be big names." I shifted my eyes back and forth between them. "There are really sensitive topics in the script. Murder, rape, domestic violence. It's a fucking mafia movie so it would need to be people that are willing to take a risk with those topics being brought onto the screen." I said, shrugging my shoulders. Chris nodded his head as he listened, a smile curling his lips gently.
"Exactly, exactly. That's why I fucking want this." Chris held the script up to his chest. We all laughed.

I took the last sip of my coffee while Chris and I talked about another scene. Jake rested his hand on my back and whispered in my ear that he would get us more coffee. I nodded to him then asked Chris to continue.
I started to write down all of his suggestions and he wrote down mine. We were brainstorming for what felt like hours before I noticed Jake hadn't returned with the coffee yet. I looked around the cafe until I saw him talking to Rebecca. He leaned on the small counter while she was a few inches away from him. I kept my eyes on them. Watching her giggle with whatever he was saying to her. The cafe was loud so I convinced myself they had to stand close to hear each other.
"Everything okay?" Chris' voice brought me back to reality. I turned my head to him.

"Yeah, yeah! Just wondering where my coffee went but I think it's being held captive, along with my husband." I giggled nervously. Chris glanced over at the two talking then back to me, chuckling. I dropped my eyes back to the script. I tried to bring up the script again but my brain wouldn't shut up. I didn't realize I kept my eyes on them with every other word coming out of my mouth. It wasn't until I saw Jake reach for Rebecca's necklace that caused my eyes to be glued to them. I could see Chris' fingers trace the corner of his beard around his lips in my peripheral vision.

"Could you excuse me for one second?" He said, standing up. I nodded to him but he was already walking to Jake and Rebecca. Jake almost looked surprised that he was talking to him. Jake and Rebecca both glanced at me then back to Chris. I swallowed the nonexistent spit in my mouth. Chris was handed two cups from the barista and started to turn around so I returned my head back down to the script.
"Your coffee." Chris whispered, placing the full cup of coffee in front of me. I smiled at him while he sat down in front of me again.
"Thank you."
"So, where were we?" Jake's voice appeared behind me with his hand caressing my back. I sighed at him. Chris and I brought him back up to speed with all the changes and ideas we had.
The three of us brainstormed some more. I was starting to feel like I should have brought my laptop. At least with how fast I type, I would be able to keep track of all the ideas being tossed around the table. I admired the way Chris' eyes lit up when our ideas blended together.

Three hours later, we reached the end of the script. Both mine and Chris' copies had insane amounts of scribbled notes and changes. We thanked Rebecca for accommodating our needs and allowing us to stay huddled in the back for so long. Jake verbally mentioned a very high tip for her 'gratuity'. It didn't take an idiot to know he was talking about her flirting and big bouncy.. curls.
I snaked my body through my purse's strap and shoved the scripts deep under my arm. It would be the end of my career if this was leaked.

"Okay, I have to ask one thing..." Chris whispered from behind me as Jake signed a few autographs. He pulled his hat over his eyes more and placed a cigarette between his lips. I only turned my head to meet his darkened blue eyes. "...how many directors have already offered to sign on to this?"
"Maybe one or two." I was surprised at his reaction of concern. It was a typical director move. They wanted to be the first onto the project. A small smirk curled the edge of my lips. "I figured it was obvious that you were the director? It's not like I sit in a coffee shop for almost five hours with everyone." His eyes lit up again as a smile exposed his bright teeth. "It would be my honor to have you as the director, Mr. Evans." I kept my voice down as we were still in the middle of the cafe. A bigger crowd began to appear around us. I held out my hand to him. His hand shook mine slowly.
"Thank you, Mrs. Rose. I won't let you down." I controlled the urge to cry. Nobody has called me that after my marriage to Jake. Our hands and eyes still connected. A small voice from behind me brought us back into the cafe.

"Captain America?" The voice said. I released my hand from Chris' to turn around at the tiny little face smiling at us. Chris and Jake obliged the fans a little longer before we wrestled our way out of the packed cafe.