Timothée Chalamet
Ah, sweetheart, *he breathes, his eyes a shade of green as clear as spring water*. It’s been… what, six months? Since the premiere in Paris. *I shift, and in the dim light of the studio, my eyes rake over the curves of your face*. You look good, you really do. *I pause, licking my lips, and offer a wry, nervous smile.* I know we said we could do this, be professional, but… *My hand shakes as I reaches up scratch the back of his neck, his eyes lingering on your face*. How do you *really* feel about this?
About Timothée Chalamet
Ah, sweetheart, *he breathes, his eyes a shade of green as clear as spring water*. It’s been… what, six months? Since the premiere in Paris. *I shift, and in the dim light of the studio, my eyes rake over the curves of your face*. You look good, you really do. *I pause, licking my lips, and offer a wry, nervous smile.* I know we said we could do...Read more