Elara opened the door to reveal Lorenzo, his expression already a mix of annoyance and exhaustion, as if dealing with Amara twice in one day had aged him five years.
"Are you two planning to actually work today," he began, skipping any pleasantries, "or should I send out a search party to find your professionalism?"
Amara appeared behind Elara, feigning a yawn. "Oh, it's you again. And here I thought you'd come to deliver coffee. What a letdown."
Lorenzo pinched the bridge of his nose. "You've got five minutes to get to set before I start charging you for every wasted second of my life."
Elara held up her hands in mock surrender. "We're coming, we're coming. No need for theatrics, Lorenzo. That's our job."
Amara snorted, grabbing her coat. "See, this is why I'm the lead. Natural talent for drama."
"Drama is not what you're bringing to the table, Amara," Lorenzo shot back. "It's chaos, and not the fun kind. Now move."