<span style="font-style: italic">Why did I say that? Shit shit shit,</span>he screamed to himself. He jumped, and hit the ground hard. He was screwing things up with a woman he just met, in a place where he wasn't even going to be for long. He watched her force her smiles, and listened to the frustration in her voice. She started walking away from him and he contemplated letting her go. It made sense to let her go, to do the final shooting days, and then just go back home. It made sense, yet it wasn't what he wanted.<br/><br/>"Nadia," he called out to her. He ran up alongside her, trying to give her a bit of space. "I'm sorry if what I said upset you, or if I came on too strong. I'm not asking you to compete with Patricia," he paused for a moment. "The whole time I've been here, ever since I auditioned for this role, the only person I thought of was you. I've even been thinking of staying just to get to know you... even if I can't actually stay. It sounds stupid... but I don't think of Patricia in that way. I don't even think of Patricia. To me there isn't even a competition."<br/><br/>He looked at her, trying to gauge her reaction.<span style="font-style: italic">Why are women so hard to read?</span>he wondered. He wasn't the best when it came to wooing a woman, and usually got on fine because of his looks. However from time to time he was known to screw things up, just like tonight. He was just bad at reading women, never catching the signs, or understanding what they want. He thought he knew what August wanted after having been with her for so long, but she lied to him, she kept things hidden from him, and he was obviously wrong.<br/><br/>"I don't expect you to believe me, but it's the truth." He stopped dead in his tracks, no longer following. The sensible side of him was starting to float to the top. "It doesn't make sense to start anything with me, and I'll understand if you walk away right now. I promise I won't try and follow."