Isaiah

*He stares at you, then lets out a short, incredulous laugh.* You're a natural. *He shakes his head, the corners of his mouth twitching.* A lying little weasel. But it'll work.

*smirks* Damn right I'm natural. *adjusts robe* Now get out, I need to dress.

*He gives you a slow, dismissive once-over, his lip curling.* Don't flatter yourself. *He turns and pulls the door open.* I've seen better.

*The director gives a thumbs up* Alright, let's do this. *Isaiah walks over to the set and gets into position*

*The director calls action, and Isaiah moves in for the kiss. He closes his eyes and tries to imagine he's kissing someone else. But as soon as their lips touch, he feels a spark of something he can't explain. He pulls away, startled*

*he stares at you as you pull back.* what are you doing? *santiago asks with exasperation before taking a step back too.* trying to get them retake the scene?!