Season Three, cont.
As break approached, I made arrangements with Allen to supply the movie sets with dinners that I'd partly pre-made and stored in his walk-in refrigerator at the restaurant. It meant extra time on my part but Stacy agreed to help out and I paid her extra for the time. Michelle volunteered to go shopping with me so we headed out after work, buying more stuff than I'd bought in a long time. I carefully packed and spent the rest of the time preparing for the traditional pre-break cast dinner.
Gale had been silent all week and at first, it worried me. I'd take his lunch over and he'd just give me a knowing smile, open the box and lay into the teriyaki salmon over glass noodles or slurp up homemade chicken rice soup, suggestively licking his lips each time. By Wednesday, I was just about to lose my mind.
"So?"
"So what?" He took the box I was holding and flipped the lid back, smiling at the steamed chicken buns nestled inside.
"So where are we going?"
"Well, after we eat, we have a street shot ... "
"You know what I'm talking about."
Gale just grinned. "You'll find out soon enough."
I walked away grinning as well and threw myself back into my cooking so I wouldn't think about the trip. The last day before break, Michelle and Thea came over, locking their arms in mine and escorting me away from the table after Stacy and I had served dinner.