Chapter 184 Creating a Chance Encounter
Sam Remy sat there in a reserved and awkward manner, waiting patiently for the waiter to come and ask. His extremely introverted personality did not dare to speak at all——
Lest he be disturbed someone else's job.
However.
He has been sitting here for fifteen minutes without even being able to drink a sip of water. The waiters coming and going mistakenly thought that orders had been taken here, even if they occasionally saw gaps here. He didn't take the initiative to come forward. The evening rush hour that started early was so busy that he couldn't stop at all.
Sitting there nervously and pitifully, but not daring to look directly at anyone, he just carefully looked at the crowds of people in front of him with his peripheral vision. His shoulders were curled together, and he actually had the illusion of shivering, like on a rainy day. A stray dog that got wet.
"Good evening, are there any seats here?"
A voice asked politely from the front.
Sam was delighted: Finally! Has the waiter finally come to take your order?
Raising his head slightly, Sam saw two unexpected faces: Anson, and a stranger. Anyway, not a waiter.
Sam was stunned. His brain, which was unable to function due to lack of blood sugar, did not react for a moment. He reflexively felt wary -
Sloth Lightning came online again.
Anson was not surprised, but the situation now was different from that in the morning. He showed a smile, "Wait, director, or are there actually people here?"
Only Sam could see it, But no one else can see it?
Sam was stunned and followed Anson's eyes to look beside him. It took him a moment to realize what Anson's joke was about.
puff.
The corners of his mouth rose, and Sam looked at Anson again, swallowing, not sure whether he should speak, but finally hesitantly spoke, "Why are you here?"
Anson responded with a smile, "If I say it's a coincidence, the director won't believe it, right?"
Sam was noncommittal——
In the afternoon, Ian Bryce gave him A phone call, an invitation to dinner, and a meeting with an alternate actor worth looking forward to.
Sam refused.
For these social interactions outside the workplace, Sam does not like or even reject them. He believes that all the information he needs has been obtained during the audition process, and other meetings are really unnecessary.
Although Ian didn't say who the actor he met was, Sam didn't think it was a coincidence that he met Anson here now.
The answer, isn’t it obvious?
Anson didn’t mind either, “We saw the director, so we thought we’d come over and say hello. If the director minded, we wouldn’t disturb the director’s meal. Oh, by the way, director, you should try this place. Boiled beef, I believe it can bring some surprises.”
After saying that, Anson patted Edgar on the shoulder, without any intention of introducing Edgar, without stopping or lingering, and turned around and left.
Sam did not speak, staring at Anson's back——
He really had no nostalgia, and the whole back posture looked particularly chic.
I stopped not far away, called a waiter, and told him that "the guest behind me hasn't ordered yet." The waiter denied it with a look of shock and surprise, but after Under Anson's firm gaze, the waiter swallowed his next words and walked towards Sam.
“Sorry, have we ordered for you yet?”
finally!
Sam responded subconsciously, "Yes, not yet."
The voice was like a mosquito. People who didn't know it thought it was Sam who had done something wrong. The innocent-looking waiter was confused. She becomes a stepmother who physically punishes her children.
However.
Sam's attention was not on the waiter at this time, but on Anson. According to Sam's habit, he will not and should not talk to Anson. It is dinner time, this is his own private time, and work should go away; but the point is, boiled beef, what is that?
Sam swallowed without realizing it.
Some hesitation, some hesitation, thinking back to this morning's audition and the brush with each other in the morning, all kinds of thoughts were rushing in my mind, and finally I made up my mind.
"An...sen..."
"Hey, here."
The voice was slightly louder than that of a mosquito. As he spoke, he also observed the looks of other guests around him, lest he disturb others' dining time.
"Anson. If you don't mind, come and join us. I think there is no room left in the restaurant, so there is no need for us to waste other space."
"There is...no one here. "
Sam looked at the empty seats next to him and opposite him again. Thinking of what Anson had just said, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Facing his back to Sam, Edgar showed an incredible expression and glanced at Anson:
It actually happened!
In the afternoon, Ian conveyed the news that Sam refused to meet for dinner. Originally, Edgar was ready to just go along with the situation and meet Ian, but Ian said it was not necessary.
"I like Anson. Although we still need to discuss it next and everyone has their own ideas, I prefer Anson to play this role."
"So, you don't have to If you're worried about me, it's better to think about how to convince other people."
"Here's a hint, the director doesn't like hotel food and goes out to find food every night."
"Food, this should be one of the director's biggest interests. He has his own particular emphasis on food and always likes to try different new menus."
A little insider information from Ian, "No need Thank you, I'm just trying to win an alliance. Everyone hopes that the movie will develop according to their own vision, and I also hope that the director will be on the same side as me. It's up to you."
So.
They waited patiently at the door of the hotel, followed Sam all the way to Chinatown, and remained patient, staggering the time to create the encounter at this moment.
As expected, Sam was a tough guy who couldn't get enough of him. Edgar had no chance to speak, but he didn't expect that Anson still created the opportunity.
Edgar glanced at Anson.
Anson gave Edgar a look. They could feel Sam's vigilance, which also meant that tonight's strategy might need to be adjusted.
If they discuss the character or the performance directly, it is very likely to be self-defeating, put Sam on guard again, and even ruin the good impression so far; so, they need to make an impression, but with more skills.
Turn around, Anson and Edgar came to their seats and sat down opposite Sam.
Anson did not rush to introduce Edgar, but looked at Sam, "Director, do you have any food that you are used to? Or are you willing to try something new?"
Sam hesitated.
He likes new things and he likes to try different foods, but he doesn't want this to become his weakness, so he always hides himself.
For those who are not familiar with Sam, they think that Sam is an "obsessive-compulsive disorder patient" who likes fixed routines and familiar things.
So, should he continue to stick to his character at this time, or should he take a step forward?
Looking at Anson, with a gentle but bright look, no aggressive recommendation, but one can't help but feel curious, Sam swallowed again.
Sam thought for a while, "What do you recommend?"
Anson smiled and said, "I know something about Chinese food."
Really, just "a little bit".
Fifth update.
(End of this chapter)