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Keani adjusted the mint blazer over her body as she stood in the direct line of fire of the fan. Holding a clipboard with words scrawled all over an overused script, she looked strictly professional, yet the soft colors of her attire and the glow of her skin conveyed something different: Keani Beldivere was enjoying herself. With the changes that had been made to the script and the way the cast had been acting on the set, all she could do was smile at herself before she went to bed every night. On top of that, she and Blake were doing alright. They weren't at the best point in their relationships, but those moments when they brought their bond back to the college days were becoming more frequent. It seemed like they could sit together in silence and suddenly feel like they were in his classroom again, sifting through papers and critiquing essays over a cup of coffee -- student to professor, professor to student. Those moments gave her a pang of nostalgia, but they made her happy at the end of the day. She was going to get him back as her friend and mentor.

"Keani, are you alright?" the lights director, Andy, asked her he shifted a piece of equipment to the back. "Oh, sure, Mr. Stanley -- Andy." She put a finger on her cheek. "I always forget to call you that," she laughed. Keani had a habit of being a little too formal for others. Even at her young age, many people saw Keani as an older person, so her formal titles for others made the recipients feel elderly. Andy smiled at her and disappeared into the back to put heavy machinery away. Keani finally stepped away from the fan, feeling chilly at this point instead of comfortable. She cleared her throat as she walked back onto the indoor set of the safe being robbed. Being in Chantilly was a great choice; they had a small-town setting where they could hang out after filming, of course, but the people also made the experience so great. They were hospitable and very open to the idea of this high-budget film being shot there.

"Anyone seen Blake?" Keani asked as she looked around in the bustle. "Left," a voice directed. Keani looked to her left and saw the man sitting in a seat, looking through his own clipped copy of the script. "Well, this part has no dialogue," she smiled at him as she took a seat in the empty chair beside him. "Have you been enjoying yourself?"

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During every call Keani shared with her father, she couldn't stop gushing about how incredible Edward Barrett was, how much she enjoyed watching such a high-budget film in the works, and how interesting Carina was when she interacted with Noah. Among many other details, such experiences made Keani feel like she truly fit into the movie industry. She wasn't just a star's girlfriend anymore. She wasn't just Cody Reyes' girlfriend. She was Keani Beldivere, and her influence was going to be prominent in the next year. When her movies actually hit the surface, life was going to change for her. Of her various works, she had particularly enjoyed Secret Safe. Maybe the reason why it was so different to her was because Blake was by her side to help her on every step of the way. They were extremely productive together.

"Getting ahead is almost always a good thing," Keani grinned back at her co-writer. The term was becoming routine to her -- in a good way. Working with Blake had proved to be one of the best things that could have happened for the project. "Of course I'm enjoying myself," she replied, touching his arm for a moment before drawing away. These small physical signs were unplanned, but they made Keani feel closer to Blake somehow, and he didn't seem to notice much of them. Neither of them were thinking of much other than the production. Keani flirted with Edward Barrett here and there, but otherwise, she was romantically chaste. Her heart was poured into this project. She also had to keep up with matters at work, of course, and that was usually how she spent her evenings. Like Blake, Keani liked to do more than what was asked. She took a peek at his place on the script. "That's a nice pick and all," she nodded, "But... let's, I don't know, check out the perimeter. Wouldn't that be nice?" she suggested, clapping her hands together as if he had no real choice. It was her new schedule, after all.

By the perimeter, Keani meant the outside of the set without getting far enough from the set not to be able to see it. Keani shared Blake's obsession with being a part of the project. Neither of them were obligated to stay in the state or country, for that matter, but they had selected themselves as integral pieces in the puzzle called film-making. Keani walked at a lazy pace with her hands folded over her thighs. There was still a great deal of movement around the set, but Keani chose to go at her own pace. Chantilly was a small town, but where they were was in a busier part of the place. "Carina is pretty amazing," Keani mused. She and Edward had a ridiculous amount of on-screen chemistry. She was shocked that it hadn't bothered Noah just yet.

Keani was making small talk, but she didn't want to delve too deeply into the work. Against her usual instinct, Keani didn't want to stress over smaller matters. Working on Secret Safe was truly a treat. She got to discuss life with many of them women on set, ask the crew members about their families, and have dinner at various places in the city of filming. The people she was working with were experienced and incredibly open to new ideas. She felt like this was a leaning experience mixed with a vacation. She looked over at Blake, wondering how someone who had been working so hard, physically and mentally, could look so... blissful. His cheeks were rosy with inner radiance. He was happy with himself. She couldn't help but notice the satin button-up cling to his body a bit, and she quickly averted her eyes to the ground.

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Blake had his own views on the actors, and Keani respected it. She nodded her head with his dismissive comment about Carina. Though Keani admired her immense talent, she was aware that the woman was unnecessarily cold at times. She was Noah’s opposite, always uptight, constantly dogging somebody about the script, the temperature, or her outfit. She was a diva, yes, but when the lights came on and it was time to film, her performance was unlike anything had ever seen before. In her opinion, no one could have done it better. Besides, seeing a great man like Noah with someone he sincerely loved softened Keani. It made her a little bit less cynical about her own love life for the time being. After Cody, she had no idea what would come her way. She was focusing on her career, not chasing men around. She hated to admit to herself, however, that Blake was the one she had dreams about at night. None of them were especially romantic, but they were so enigmatic that Keani had to look at Blake and ask herself if it was truly impossible.

When Keani looked away, she didn’t notice his eyes on her. She was too busy scanning her surroundings. There was nothing special to look at in Chantilly, but the local restaurants were pushing her waistline and the people were unexpectedly hospitable. Of course, most people were kind to those who were involved with a big-budget film being filmed, but those who had no idea who Keani was were also open to her. She felt like they were off to a great start with a cooperative, professional crew, deep pockets to buy resources, and a proficient set of actors. Anyone could see that Keani’s cheeks were flushed with color, a sign that her health was restored from sleepless nights to restful slumbers. In a way, working with films was a vacation for her. The two films prior to Secret Safe had brought pieces of Keani’s heart back to her when she began to lose hope. Living in the big city made her feel small sometimes. Most people didn’t look her way twice. Here, though, people cared about what she had to say, and attractive men like Edward and Blake looked her way like she was more than a conniving female in the fast industry.

Keani could also tell that what Blake and Keani shared had taken a turn at the night of the storm. During that night in Richmond, Keani had seen a side of Blake that he’d never showed her before. What brought it forth, she had no idea, but she wasn’t complaining. After that, she felt like it was easier to wade to their now comfortable relationship. They were a great team together; everyone thought so. After a meeting with the crewmen, Keani was asked a peculiar question by a married couple working on the set. The man, a stunt double, and the woman, a make-up artist, had asked Keani how long Blake had been dating. Such a question seemed ludicrous to her, but they were appalled when she politely informed them of their platonic bond.

Keani followed Blake’s gaze to the stuntman on top of the Bradley house. ”How have you been, Keani?” Blake asked her. She looked back at him and glanced at her feet for a few moments as they moved along the pavement. ”You know, I haven’t been this happy in a long time,” she smiled. She remembered calling Danny and Jaiden and begging them to visit her when she was in DC. Good news was no fun without sharing it with her dearest friends. Surely, Blake recognized that. Keani was done with the rougher patch in her life. She had a hard time dealing with most losses. Any ordeal that reminded her of her mother’s passing hit her. Cody was one people with the whole story, and losing him made her feel like she had confided in a flighty friend. Break-ups were never easy, but she had recovered. ”I think we have quite a team here.” Blake and Keani had a habit of speaking only business with each other, but the rare conversations about themselves were springing up more often at this point. Blake’s British accent was becoming almost transparent to her, so Keani had a good laugh every time someone gasped and asked him to speak. They were usually women who did so, shocked that someone with an English accent was working on such an American film. Keani looked up at him again. ”Do you think we did a good job?” she asked him, wanting a sincere answer.

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From the outside, Keani and Blake seemed like too good of a team to be just friends. After getting over there initially petty competition, they became closely knitted co-writers. Now that they understood each other's styles, they could edit and compromise according to how the script had to go. Very rarely did the script have an issue in the middle of filming, but it had occurred once so far, so Keani expected it to happen again. The diction was the most important part during filming, and Keani and Blake had to work closely with the actors who were questioning how they needed to portray certain emotions. Working with Samson to accomplish this feat was great for Keani, considering the man was extremely professional. The Frenchman was definitely bossy and got edgy sometimes, but Keani respected him and saw that Blake didn't feel the same way about Samson as he did Carina. Samson was easy to get along with outside of his controlling attitude. When Keani and Blake paired to speak to Samson and the actors, it was easier to get work accomplished. Keani and Blake didn't argue about what was happening, instead choosing to discuss matters civilly and being efficient.

After spending so much time together, Keani felt shocked that they could speak on formal terms without wondering why. She could feel the remnants of their Princeton days rubbing friction between them, but it wasn't too big of an issue if it didn't interfere with how well they got along. She still had an immense amount of respect for Blake that couldn't possibly be diminished. He was an admirable person with amazing values that didn't diverge from her own. Of course, Keani was a virgin and proudly so, and she doubted Blake had that same outlook. What mattered more to her was that he had his head on straight when money was put in front of his face. There was something about fame and fortune that made Keani uncomfortable and revolted. She hated seeing people compromise their art or work for money. Greed stirred something inside of Keani that deeply disturbed her. To see her partner in the midst of a great deal of money was scary at first, but once she saw Blake's maturity, she realized that, as a former professor and caretaker of knowledge, Blake was the last person she had to worry about.

Keani smiled when he said the two were doing a great job. She felt humbled whenever she spoke to the man about the work they were accomplishing with just being around during filming. Even if her plate was filled up with work, she felt like it was a blissful vacation. She was doing what she loved to do. ”If you remember, I wanted to work on it alone,” Blake suddenly admitted. When he reached out and touched her, Keani stopped with him and blinked at the hand that rested on her blazer. She suddenly felt a little bit warm with a blush creeping over her tan cheeks. When he continued walking, she had to snap out of her trance and follow along. She grinned. "I forgive you for the cruelty," she said, sarcastically flipping her hair. There was no need to forgive such a petty ordeal. Her face became serious. "I'm glad we're together as well. Working together, I mean," she corrected herself. Was that a Freudian slip? She bit her tongue. "I suppose I'll end up heading back and taking a bit of a break from the big screens. I think it's time to focus on the paper," she explained. Veering from journalism and delving into fiction was a challenge for her. She had to go back and focus on her main calling. "And you? Heading to Brown to teach?" she joked.

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Keani would never forget Blake's original egotistical comment to her regarding the scipt job, but it was all forgiven. How could she stay angry with someone who had so much of her utmost respect? "Not cruel, but uncalled for..." she smiled lightly at him. It didn't matter as much as she made it seem like it did, but it was a humorous instance to reminisce about. It was uncanny and out of character for a man as humble as Blake. A product of the educational system, Blake had a teacher's heart; he had compassion and understanding. Of course, as a former college professor, he had a way of distancing himself from his students. It seemed impossible now that he and Keani were working so closely together. Keani used to be able to keep at an arm's distance from everyone, especially her professor. It seemed like Blake was an exception.

Keani could only imagine being away from her partner. Even if the two of them lived in New York, living in the same city was nothing like working on a project every single day together. The career consumed her and made Blake a large part of her personal life. During a few of their dinners or encounters, she found herself wanting to tell him more about her than he knew. More importantly, she wished to know more about Blake. In all truth, she didn't know enough. Yes, he was British, but when did he come to America? What was his family like? She knew so little that it seemed criminal. He knew about a great deal of her life, yet he didn't reveal as much about himself. It wasn't a purposeful enigma being created; she knew that he was simply a private person. He was, like Keani, an ambivert. They could handle social gatherings, but they enjoyed solitude. It wasn’t in her writing when it came to the Secret Safe script, because the tone, voices and words were someone else’s.

Keani stared at him for a few moments before nodding. "I suppose it would be good to stay in this industry." She pondered for a moment before adding, "It's not as stable as some people think, Blake. I know you're amazing at what you do, but... I don't know. Doesn't that worry you?" He was a man of routine, not a go-with-the-flow kind of person. He looked good in a suit and tie, not in a white tee and ripped jeans -- it was in his character, written all over who he was. He wasn't one for a cripplingly eventful career full of twists and turns. He had all of the potential, yes, but luck wasn't the only thing a person could rely on with movies. "Why are you done with teaching?" she asked him, sincerely curious about what occurred that made him leave Princeton. "I've heard things... but you never told me details." She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk next to a brick building by the set.

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