"One in particular? Whatever happened to that badboy playboy, Mr. Cabot? All mature and professionally focused now. It's kind of hot." She smiles as he mentions the necklace, drawing her fingers across it, and there's a flush to her cheeks again. "This necklace? I'd say you made the right pick."

His hand is warm against her, his thumb igniting her nerves, and she lets out a deep sigh that lets out any lingering anxiety but still allows the fluttering to stay. A sly smile reaches her face. "You say that like we've never put anything on camera we shouldn't have. Besides, I think you'd like me as your teacher." She takes his hand in hers, raising it to her lips and giving his fingers a soft kiss.

His next words catch her off guard. About theatre and seeming genuinely happy. Maybe he knows her better than she realizes. Because she's often wondered lately, how much of herself in her celebrity days really was genuinely happy and how much was the grand superficial act and siren facade. For so long they were indistinguishable. But the theatre - her happiness there is an undeniable truth.

"I can take you for a behind the scenes construction tour if you'd like too. The building isn't safe yet. But the contractors should be settling in any day to get started now."