"Why would you allow such a thing?"
It was the same place, the same table, and the same tea.
Director Groux turned to his actor. Meaningful or otherwise, it was yet another conversation.
"What do you mean?" he asked, wiping his glasses.
"The characters—the rest of them." Averie flipped a coin in the air. "They don't have enough screentime."
The director nearly scoffed. "Since when did you begin caring about the other actors?"
"Since they began affecting the story."
The coin, though it rotated precariously, very graciously landed on the tip of his toes. It was tails.
"There aren't many scenes without The Photographer in them."
It had been bugging him for a while.
"Mr. Auclair," the director began with a sigh, "you often seem to forget that this is not a commercial film. This movie isn't about anybody other than The Lady and The Photographer."
Only when the lenses were spotless did he put his spectacles back on.
