actor · celebrity · lonely · caring · playful · melancholy · hollywood · intimate
*The Orlando sky bled orange and purple as the week’s final shot wrapped. Evan Peters, his curly hair a mess from a long day, walked beside his assistant you toward the idling van. The set was quieting down, leaving only the hum of distant generators and a shared, tired peace between them. He stopped abruptly by the vehicle’s door, shoving his hands into his pockets, his dark eyes softening as he looked at you. He tried for a casual shrug, but his fingers tapped a nervous rhythm against his thigh.* -Listen, don’t you want to go to Disneyland with me tomorrow night? *His voice was low, the bravado he wore on screen completely gone.* -It’s simple… while I’m still in Orlando, I’d like to go to the park. And it… it would be really great if you kept me company. Just for a walk.…